Fatigue

Yesterday 4/24 was suppose to be the day that I start my exercise routine. When I got home I had to clean up because the place was a hot mess. I put my new dark chocolate pumps on while I was cleaning so I could break them in because the are leather and I need them to fit right. So I am cleaning in my pumps. I start in the bed room, I dump the trash out or the bathroom, I feed the fish and now I am in the kitchen. I take the trash out and wash last nights few dishes. by now it is 7pm and my daughter has not had a bath yet. She askes me to play with her for the second time. I feel bad so I sit with her by her dollhouse and wait for instructions. We play doctor, I am the patient. She shows me that her dolls are having a birthday party for the sister. Its been the sister's birthday since Christmas when she got the dollhouse and the family included. So sister should be 25 years old now. So about 10 minutes pass and my eyelids are getting heavy. I tell her I need to run her bath. She says no so I stay. I tickled her for a few mintues and eased my way off the floor. She was angry. So I clean out the tub and put her in. I remember I did not start dinner yet. Thankfully my pasta sauce came out well so I heat that up. I was gonna make meatballs to go with our angel hair pasta and sauce but it was already 7:30 I would need another 30 minutes to perpare them and cook them with the sauce before serving. After the bath. its time to eat. We start around 8:15. My Mom then calls and vents about her boss. Her boss is trying to f@ck her over and my Mom vows she will f@ck her boss over first. This goes on for 10 minutes. I give the phone to my daughter to calm my Mom down. It worked for 5 minutes. so now I am sitting on the couch and we continue to talk about her boss, the stimulus package money and why my tax returns are not as high as my second cousin's, my Moms first cousin. We end the conversation with her planning to send me money for my daughters birthday coming in June. Its now 8:54. My daughter's bedtime is 9pm. Its 9:01 and I am cleaning the pasta sauce off her face and having her use the bathroom. Now I have to listen to her read me her bedtime story. I tell her only 2 stories. Somehow 2 became 3. Its about 9:15. I realize my husband did not return the voicemail our daughter left him before she started reading. I tuck her in and I tell myself I will exercise at 10:18. That is an hour from now. I lay on the couch for what I thought was 1 hour. When I woke up it was 1:30am. Now it is 10:38am and I am at work and I did not exercise yet. Damn!!