A full day at Waldameer with the kids and three hundred co-workers has left me with a serious case of dragon butt today (you know, my butt is draggin').

It was all I could do to stay awake while I waited for the red lights on the way to work today. Fortunately, there are lots of lights on 12th street (never did I think that would be a good thing) that allowed me to get at least a 10 minute nap in during my commute.

I'm not normally here on Mondays -- I work a four-day, 10-hour schedule (Tues-Fri) which means I don't normally "do" Mondays and now I remember why. Mondays suck.

I forgot I had to work today until we got home from Waldameer last night at 8:30 p.m. (I have this Thursday & Friday off, so I'm "unflexed" this week). I had to scramble last night to get everything done for this morning -- lay out my work clothes, running clothes and the girls' clothes, pack lunches, pack the swim lesson bags, round up the library books that need returned today and pack my work bag.

Then, of course, there's all the evening household stuff that I needed to do before bed: water all the container plants (the ones I swear each year I won't plant next year because it's such a pain to water them every day), fill the oriel and hummingbird feeders, sweep the kitchen floors, unpack the giant bag we took to Waldameer & spread out all the suits and towels to dry, do the dishes, switch the laundry ....

All this after a 8.5 mile morning run and 6 hours of running around Waldameer with the kids.

I fell into bed exausted at 11 p.m.

But, I'm not complaining.

I have a full life, yes. But, it's a blessed life. I work for a good company that is generous enough to treat hundreds of employees and their families to a day of fun at Waldameer (not to mention free lunch). I have two healthy kids who are capable of running and riding and sliding for hours on end. I have a house to keep clean and a husband who helps me do so.