Super Mom

I had today all planned out--a list of chores was written up, lunch with my husband so we could go over the budget I had drawn up in order to make sure we were on the same page, errands to run.  Josh was in day care today, so it was all going to work out.
And then at 7:45 my husband got a text message asking him where he was.  Apparently the all-day CPR class he had promised to help with was today, not next week.
And then at 8:15 my phone rang and it was work, asking me where I was.  Somehow the person who does scheduling somehow forgot that (a) I couldn't work today and (b) I've asked to work no more than 2 days a week, and I was scheduled for 4 this week.

So there went my day.
(My sister wanted the overtime, so while I went into work to cover for a few hours, she came to work the rest of my scheduled shift)

And this week, I'm working Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, and Rob is working tonight 5pm to tomorrow 5pm, Wednesday 8am-Thursday 8am, Thursday 6pm to Friday 5pm.
Did I mention that, in between this, I'm pulling off a first birthday party for Josh on Sunday with--at last count--125 guests?
Yes.

I'm Super Mom.
And Super Wife.
But mostly, I'm just Super Tired.