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And you know what?

Yep, there's something major happening that's causing me to break out into the Pointer Sisters in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon.

I'm finally on a schedule.

Now, if your first thought upon reading that is that my bowel movements are finally moving regularly... well then 1) You're either my grandpa's age 2) You're a nurse or 3) You're a mom to a child with special needs... 'cuz you know we all have Phd's in Poopology.

But no, that's not it. I mean, thanks for caring and all, but I'm referring to something completely else.

(But if you ever have any questions about poop, I'm your girl.)

No, I'm excited because I'm on the other kind of schedule. You know, a regular routine. Like, where you get up at a certain time of day, put on real clothes and don't try to pass off your pajama bottoms as yoga pants, actually brush your teeth for the entire 2 minutes, and, who knows, even jump in the shower... and shave.

THANK YOU Public School. Thank you for forcing me to get up, get dressed, and brush my teeth in the morning. Thank you for putting me on a much-needed routine.

It has saved my sanity.

Seriously, I don't know how I've managed these last seven years. I look back and feel like I was just freefalling the entire time. I had no idea that I was such a creature of habit, but looking back on my full-time working days... man, I had it down pat!

Laundry was always done. The table was cleared and the dishes were washed. Things worked like clockwork. Somehow, I managed to work 10 hours a day and still have an awesome, clean house.

But these last 7 years.... pffht. Life's been a mess.

A few months ago, my parents moved into their house and it has dark wood floors. They started offering my kids a penny for each clump of dog hair that they could find and pick up - courtesy of their shedding yellow lab.

I was just praying that one of them didn't pipe up and say, "What?? You mean we're supposed to pick up that stuff?"

Not that I have a house, a couch, and the passenger side of my minivan covered in dog hair.

Nope, nooooo experience in that.

Ahem.

Point is... I've been wandering around lost for the last 7 years and have finally started feeling like ME again.

Me, Leslie. Organized Leslie. Go-getter Leslie. Leslie who gets a lot accomplished. Leslie, who is actually a very cool person if you can look aside all the emotional crap I've been blogging about since last Spring.

Me. I'm getting back to me.

I have to get up at 5:30 to get everything ready for the morning. Take the kids to school. Then I come back and work diligently with Noah before heading back to Pre-K to pick up Nandi. Then more work, a little break, and off to pick up Eli. Then it's homework, supper, baths, reading, and bed.

Bam. I'm on a schedule. Noah's getting the attention he needs. The other two are loving being around other kids all day. The house is getting decluttered and cleaned. Proper supper's are being made.... and by proper, I mean something that doesn't require me to vent an aluminum cover and set on high for 5 minutes.

Ya'll, I'm even putting the toilet paper on that little toilet paper holder thingy and not just setting it on top of the empty roll.

Now, is that a great day in America or what?

It's awesome.

I'm on a schedule.

Oh, and my bowels are doing just great, too, thanks. ;-)