Selling the Dream

So....I'm selling the dream. Not really my dream anymore anyway. The Beetle. I told my sister the other day...."That's it. I'm growing out my bangs and selling the beetle......I don't want to be 15 anymore!!! I'm about to be 32 dang-it!!!! I have achy joints and need comfort!" So here's to growing up.....a car payment. Yuck. But necessary.

My perfect day

Is there such a thing?? Not sure. But when I imagine my perfect day, this is what I imagine:

6am. Wake up and work out. I need to lose weight. I'm about to turn 32 and I remember telling my hubby when I was about to turn 30 that I wasn't going to live my thirties fat. I know I have to make time but I truly can't.
7:30am. Get my girls ready for school. Bathed. Good breakfast. Morning spiritual thought. And off to school.
9 am. Get myself ready for the day.
10:30. Errands/chores/help Chris at work.
12pm. Lunch./ clean up.
1pm. Time for my hobby/hobbies. I want so bad to have time for sewing and being creative. I miss it terribly.
3-5 pm. Teach/prepare for music lessons. I love teaching and I would really like to be able to devote more time in being able to teach my students better.
5-6 pm. Prepare dinner. As it is we maybe have one home cooked meal a week......maybe. Sad.
6-7:30 pm. Family time such as FHE, kids' activities, etc. Friday night is date night for Chris and I ......D,m,fro yo!!!
7:30-8:15 pm. Bedtime/teeth brushed/hair brushed/read scriptures.
8:15-8:30 pm. Bedtime routine for me.
8:30-8:45 pm. Read scriptures.
8:45 -10:00pm. Watch my favorites shows.
10:00pm. Go to sleep and wait for another perfect day.