Yesterday.

Guess what?

When you wake up exhausted, and you spend the entire day trying to think of ways to throw the ball with your tot from lying down on the couch, and the mere thought of making lunch makes you want to puke, AND you have no problem with the fact that there are at least 10 used diapers stacked on top of the coffee table,

IT'S TIME TO CALL YOUR MAMA FOR SOME HELP!

When the hubster won't be home from work until hours after the kiddos are asleep, and you're not just tired, but rather sleepy instead, AND the theme song from Thomas the choo-choo makes you want to pull the hair straight out of those follicles,

IT'S ABOUT TIME TO SPEND SOME TIME ALONE!

So I combined the two, and asked if my mom wouldn't mind keeping an eye on the preciousness's while I go take a Purebarre class. My logic was to get some endorphins going AND to tire myself out to the point of an 8:30 bedtime, and let me tell you, I was successful.

Well, not falling asleep at 8:30, because that would be too grandma-esque for me, but getting those endorphins going? Heck yeah, man. It was SO NEEDED.

And one more thing...I'm probably looking way too deeply into this whole "call my mom for some help" thing, but I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself! It usually takes me DAYS of outrageous exhaustion to finally call SOMEONE to come on over and help me out, but yesterday I was being smart and made the phone call before the hurricane hit. 

So it's one small step for Nicole, one large step for Nicole-kind!

Woohoo!