Becoming Mrs Awesome: Harder than I thought

Awesome Mind, Awesome Body, Awesome Time: The best laid plans...

So after four months on the waiting list I finally got Miss Terror and The Snorer into day care two days a week.  The deal is, I have to be studying 15 hours a week and the day care costs are reduced by %70
So with my brain relatively stimulated and worthwhile career prospects on the other side of a 3 year degree I started looking for a Gym. The mall where I used to work is where the babies go to day care and right next door is a Gym, not far off is a library. Can you see a plan forming?
Here was my ridiculously simple plan:

1. 9:00 am Walk The Talker to school
2. Catch the bus to the mall
3. Drop the babies at Day Care
4. Spend an hour in the Gym
5. Spend three hours in the Library doing Online Uni
6. Pick the babies up
7. Catch the bus to School
8. Walk the Talker Home
9. Clean the House
10. Cook/Feed kids
11. Put Kids in bed. 
12. Relax, have fun, get a good nights sleep

Yeah, right. Heres what actually happened during the first week

1. 9:20 am drag The Talker (crying) to school whilst pushing double pram with two babies, carrying two Day Care bags and a lap top
2. Missed the bus. went home for an hour, caught the next one
3. Dropped the babies at day care
4. Skipped the Gym, Mr Bland had agreed to come with me the next day (It's bring a mate for free month)
5. Studied for one hour
6. Realised the omission of breakfast and lunch on the plan, wandered off to food court.
7. Got a call from the day care, The Snorer is sick can I come and get him. *sigh
8. Picked up both babies
9. Got the bus to school, got a flat tire in the pram
10. Reheated frozen food for the kids.
11. Put the kids to bed.
12. The house is a mess, I forgot to make myself and Mr Bland dinner, Stayed up till 1am, and The Snorer screamed and coughed all night. 

Trying to stay positive that It will all work out. If I want to be Awesome I have to be willing to work for it.

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Only you are resposible for your own happiness...

That's what they told me. "Only you are resposible for your own happiness..." 

It started the way all complaints do these days, searching the internet for answers. I'm bored. My life is not up to scratch, bla bla bla. Well it turns out that The old adage "if your bored then your boring" may actually be true. I am Mrs Bland. I have a lovely husband (Mr bland) three beautiful children (The Talker age 5, Miss Terror, 2, and The Snorer, 9months)  I currently don't work, can't drive and suck at being a housewife. Probably because I despise it. So sulking about my lazy husband not helping me more, and complaining every time I get poo/vomit/snot on my clothes isn't really working for me. I barley leave my house (except to walk The talker to school, two minutes away) I rarely dress in anything other than jeans and a tee, I spend the whole day moping and feeling sorry for myself. WTF happened? This isn't how its supposed to be! I specifically remember intending to do awesome things with my life! Here I am, blaming others, pouting and moping about lost chances. I had awesome plans once, and then I fell in love (not part of the plan) but that didn't mean I had to shelve everything to be nothing but a wife and then a mother.
I'm not saying being a wife and a mother sucks, it's just that I want to be defined as more than that. I want to be my own person outside of motherhood and wifedom.
Everything I do is bland. My house is bland, my image is bland, my sex life is bland, even my cooking is bland. Bland Bland Bland.
I don't want to be Bland anymore. I want to be Awesome. I want to do Awesome things, have an awesome body, have awesome sex and live in an awesome home, with my awesome family.

Starting tomorrow I am going to start looking for Mrs Awesome. 

(I'd start now but Its midnight and Mrs Awesome is going to be one of those peppy freaks who gets plenty of sleep and isn't tired all the time like Mrs Bland. )