What a hellish day. The ceiling fan installer threw my entire schedule off, damn him! He was supposed to show between 0800-0930, didn't show until 1000. I was fretting about him screwing me up, had finally just decided to do a little cardio while I waited,and he even screwed that up by showing after 5 minutes. He thought I was surprised he showed, I told him, yes, I was. When you're half an hour past your installation window with no phone call, that generally means you aren't coming. He made up some silly excuses about living an hour away. I was like, even if you didn't find out until 0800, you still could have made it on time. Grr!
So, I ended up doing half an hour on the treadmill at home, while he took care of things, waited around another half hour while he wrote up his paperwork (seriously), didn't call him on the big scratch on my floor because I just wanted him OUT, took the kids to the gym for the precious little time of childcare left, but just took care of the exercises I don't have the equipment for at home, the overhead presses and pull-ups, though I threw in a couple sets of squats when I saw I had the time. Came home, fed the kids, did another half hour on the treamill, my planks and push-ups. Then, I got a call from my hubby that our kids' school was having Open House tonight. (They'd been trying to call, but our phone has been screwed up of late.)
I had a talk with my hubby about the kids and school. He doesn't want to start homeschooling them so young, and I get his reasons. They don't really have friends yet, and I haven't been able to find a homeschool school (sounds strange, but they do exist) in the area, which would really help with the social aspect that hubby is worried about. It's just so darned expensive to send them to private school! Things look good for this year, though. They're combining Kindergarten and 1st grade, so my girls are going to be in the same class together, along with their friends, Ashley and Amanda (also sisters, same age difference). I think it'll be good for them to be in class together, though I worry that they'll get into shouting spats. I guess we'll see what happens.