My days become so long and tiring, sometimes I wondering if I can handle all this pressure. Also finding the need to make time to study, take exams and do webinar classes. My days begin at 6.00 am, every day I woke up by my beautiful little Ruby, with the sounds of her cry I know its time for her change and feeding. After Ruby is done I lay her down. Then I get my other hyper babies always ready to knock someone over for feeding time and ready for their morning walk. Then I'm next to get fix up. With my eyes still half close the crust around my eyes, my hair standing up like a wild cat and my clothes twisted from tossing and turning in bed. I get my day ready; I’m up and dress. Ruby is the stroller and now its time to get my hyper babies out the door for a walk. After and hour walk with hope, joy and Ruby its time to hurry back home to greet my husband from coming in from work. As my husbands holds Ruby its time become American top chef and cook breakfast for the both of us. With my belly full there’s no time to sit and relax it’s off to work and become the superwomen full time assistant. Deal with obnoxious and rube customers that I love so much. After dealing with the job it was time for superwomen to fulfill many more positions. I head home no time to talk I just kiss my baby and husband and go straight to my American top chef kitchen and get dinner started. After dinner is done now its time to spoil Ruby and then put her to sleep after mother and daughter time. As husband walks the dogs and then gets ready for work. Ruby is asleep, husband gone and joy and hope are in bed. My superwomen gear is off and now its just time for me. Now its time to fix in as much schoolwork I can do. After all is done its time for me to hit the bed and wake up and become superwomen all over again. My weekends were I show my capabilities as a superwoman. But like always I doubt my self-thinking I can’t completely do everything. It’s a habit of mines because I always over think overly react because of all the things that need to be done. Well I start my days at nine rather than six in the morning, that’s truly the best part of the weekends. First thing in the morning that happens every day is waking up by crying and yelling babe ready for a change and milk in the morning. Then I get joy and hope ready, the less pain in the butt babies. Then it’s off to do house chores, which I love so much, I really don’t think so. I start by writing everything that is needed in the house held; which ever fail it’s a lot. I feel like I have a farm house with some much people to feed which is just four plus one more my mother. I believe she like the fifth baby. After that is done I start house cleaning. Starting from the kitchen working my way down to my last room that is my bedroom. I could never finish this chore with out any interruption form ruby or hope and joy. Hours later its time to get my self ready then its off to do outside errands. Now running from store to store making sure I get everything that I have on my list. On top of that I have to do my mother errands because she not capable to do her own errands. Then its time to go back home become an American chef before my husband gets home. You would think after a long day I have time to relax I don’t now its time for school work then hours of school work then I try to fit in my social life. Now I take the time out to relax, enjoy this time for myself. My days become consistent and it tends to repeat it self