Work, Work, Work

*sigh*

Its fiscal year end and its so hard to start this new position at such a busy time. I'm tired everytime I come home. I go to the gym to work out but honestly some days I dont even want to go bc I feel like I have a sleep deficit. I woke up today put my gym clothes together and went to work but when my day was done and I was waiting for my bf so I coud drop him to his uncles house I just wanted to sleep. I didnt want to go work out. The only thing that made me go ahead was Zumba class. My excitment to do it was more then my tiredness so it made me want to go so BAD!

Then stupid hit. I have asthma and I left my inhaler in my room. Doing weights makes my asthma act up so could you imagine being in a dance studio with about 30 other people sweating it out to salsa, merengue and samba???? Nope, I like living so as much as it hurt I decided not to go. As tired as I was, I would have still dragged my ass there just to do that class! Friday is the next one and I think I'm gonna go do it bc I REALLY want to go. I hear so many great things about that class. I get home after 8L30 pm put my chicken on and sit and wait. It burns I throw in water and pray I dont taste it when its finally done. Well lucky me it didnt taste burned so I gobbled it down as my phone rang. I talked to the person on the line, bb'd my bf who went to the gym (I drove him) then just as I decided to get up wash the dishes make my lunch adn iron my shirt my phone rings. I talk to my bf. He cuts me off bc his phone is gonna die. I iron my shirt then come here to blog! Great times.

I think I'm stressed again and I dont like it.

BTW, I found my inhaler chilling nicely on my dresser beside my lotion and AVeno mositurizer. Smart me! Yes, I'm SOOO Smart!

I'm going to bed!!!!!