I think I might fall over

I am so tired, I think I might fall over. Last night was a nightmare.

Pickle and I are trying to use our Y membership for real and go to the gym every other day, even with my adjusted nighttime schedule picking up the Little Monster I nanny for. So, we decided to try and go workout in the newly remodeled Y 2 blocks away before work, before 7am. This meant trying to get up a little before 6:30. We did it. We went. We conquered that hurdle. It really wasn't that bad. I would get about an hour less sleep on weeknights, but that just means I get to go to bed an hour earlier on gym nights. So, anyway after that we went to work and I had the strangest time with a woman on the subway after Pickle left. In the middle of the day I had a dermatologist appointment to continue freezing off the plantar's wart on the bottom of my right big toe. This is probably the 5th appointment, but last time I got a blood blister below from a man on the subway who stepped on my foot after I had the procedure done. My foot did not hurt as bad yesterday as it did when the man stepped on it, but there is still some pain today. This is fun.

After work, I went to the Little Monster's preschool, picked him up, walked in the cold wind home and stayed until 12:15am! Now, his mother had called to say they had to be in NJ very very late after work and I knew it was going to be late and I wasn't going to get my usual 8 hours of sleep, but it was just. so. terrible. I cried all to myself because I just wanted them to come home already. The LM (I will refer to him as LM now, that's easy) has gone to sleep by 9 and I was left in their apartment. Their apartment is fine. It is very nice and has a lot of DVR TV or whatever with recorded shows and I got to watch the first 2 episodes of the second season of South of Nowhere, but it just wasn't my home. And that was all there was to it. I didn't want to deal with a golden retriever, my shows were gone, I had eaten my Thai food. There was nothing left to do. Also, they don't have a computer or my lovely girlfriend in their apartment. I was stuck in work clothes and hot and sweaty from my busy day with the general schlepping of a toddler in someone else's house. All I have to say is that they pay me well and in cash.

So I am a very tired girl.