It was amazing, truly amazing last night when I was doing my Firm workout (the Hare). I was doing my killer leg lifts and saw it! My finely toned quads rising to the ceiling. How lovely it was to see them again. They had been buried in fat so long, I barely knew they were there. This morning, I turned my arm (straight in front of me, about a 1/2 turn) and saw the bulge of my tricep. My tricep, for goodness sake! I'm on my third week of using weights again and, already, I'm seeing big, wonderful changes. I'll be extra pleased (if that's even possible) when 6 weeks have gone by and I can wear a cut-off shirt or something (am I dreaming? Maybe not).

I still haven't stepped on the scale. I'm thinking I will in May. To be frank, I'm kind of dreading it because I feel good and my clothes fit better, but something about the number (whether it be higher or lower) plays games with my mind. I'm not ready for the games. If it were considerably lower, I'd be alright but I know (in this short bit of time) that I've probably put on weight (muscle) and even though I feel good and look better, that number will set me into a tizzy. I think May is good because it will give me enough time to tone up more and, perhaps, give the muscle time to burn some of this troublesome fat away.

The sun is shining, finally. Yesterday we got hit with storm that left the valley with several inches of snow and the mountains several feet. It was crazy! You could have sworn it was January, yesterday. Today, it looks more like early March (but It would be so nice if it to looked like late April or early May). The weekend looks okay. The babe will have her swim lesson and I will get in some relaxation time with hubby (finally!). I hope it goes well, but you never can tell. The weather (or anything else) could blow in and disrupt everything. I hope that's not the case.

Yesterday was lovely...well, except for hubby being upset with me (it's a long story involving opinions and the non-acceptance of them). Anyway, I spent Saturday night doing the babe's hair for yesterday. Normally, I interlock pre-braided hair into hers but this time, I plated hers up and snipped ringlets from weave tracks I purchased and interlocked those into her hair. Super cute! The only problem is that the hair is really slick, so I couldn't tie it off, I just fed it through and hoped against hope it wouldn't fall out at church. (I did find ringlets around the house) The babe looked absolutely beautiful! On our trip to Vegas, a couple of weekends ago, we bought her Easter shoes - a strappy sandal with a rhinestone bow and clear heels...yes, heels. She asked me yesterday morning, "Mommy, are these my glass slippers?" She truly looked like Cinderella. (when I get a picture prepared, I will post...I promise)

I didn't work out all weekend, yet this morning I woke up feeling smaller. It could just be my imagination. I plan on working out (treadmill style) this evening, since today I was supposed to visit my co-worker who just had her baby. She left me a message saying she has a funeral to attend, so she can't do lunch with me today. Bummer! Now, I'll have to figure out something cheap and healthy to eat. (I know, good luck).

We had sun and blue skies all weekend but today it's looking very much like it did last Monday...gloomy and dark. The weather guy says we're getting another series of storms. I guess that's good, but I am missing the sun.

It's very quiet in my office today. My boss isn't coming in, the admin for the provost is still on vacation, the mentors aren't here and my sidekick doesn't come in until the latter half of the day. I guess I should take advantage of the quiet time and do some major work, right? Nah....

That's what I've been doing since about 3:30 this morning. Unfortunately, the babe had watermelon right before she went to sleep last night, which of course is mostly water, and woke me up to tell me she had an accident. So, I gathered up her sheets and mattress protector and threw them in the wash. Then, I cleaned her up. By the time I got back into bed, it was about 3:30. I laid there and laid there then hopped up and went downstairs and got on the computer. First, I went to Monster.com were, surprisingly, I found a few positions of interest. So, I immediately tweaked my resumes completed my registration process (which had been left hanging for about a year or so). Last resume submitted at 5:30am.

So, I'm racing upstairs to wake up the babe and get ready for work and who is upstairs getting ready himself? My very late hubby, who normally leaves the house at 5:00. We were both struggling. I didn't drink any coffee because I didn't want to feel the low after the high, today. I wanted to be even-stevens because I'm PMSing and being erratic is not cool. The daily vitamin and the Bcomplex stress tabs I'm on have done wonders (but I do feel the itch to bitch occasionally).

I didn't workout at the gym today because it started to snow. Then, it started to snow harder. By the time my lunch-hour arrived, there was a blanket over the entire valley (I didn't want to leave the gym with a wet head and get sick.) I'll probably do something this evening or tomorrow morning. I'm hoping the Firm tapes (the Hare and Tortoise) arrive so that I can do those. It will be nice to have a change-up in my normal routine.

It's almost time to go home and I think I see the sun trying to peek out. I hope it decides to make an entrance before dusk.

What is it about clouds and rain that make you want to roll over and sleep for a week? It was super hard getting up this morning and I know it's because of this continuous rain we're experiencing. When I went out to start the car and opened the garage, the ground and roofs of my neighbor's houses were dusted white, so the snow is still coming too. The mountains are receiving phenomenal totals. For those who ski, this is great news. It's also good because we've been in a drought for the past six years and this may be the last bit of water we need to declare us, officially, drought free.

Today is legs day. I'm thinking quads, hamstrings, adductors and abductors - 4 or five sets. I also think I'll save the abs for home, but perhaps I'll work them into the routine today. Can't hurt! A few inches off the tummy more would be nice (I've already, in just two weeks, lost about an inch around my waist). I'd like to make my back smaller too. I have a big back, for some reason. Hubby says I don't, but it's always felt massive to me. In fact, when trying on my bridesmaid dress at David's Bridal last night, the 10 fit fine, but the dang zipper would not go up. I put on the 12 - more breathing room, but the zipper still struggled. Finally, she brought me a fourteen. A fourteen! That worked beautifully. She then commented that this particular style of dress is cut pretty small. I didn't feel so bad after hearing that (not that I felt bad to begin with. The dress looked absolutely fabulous on me...even now!)

What's really sad is that (in my fourteen) I'm the smallest bridesmaid, coming a close second to the matron of honor (the bride's sister). She's a light-weight and I'm about medium. The others are large and in charge, according to the bride (one of them is going to be in a size 22, for heaven's sake). Wow! I don't think I've ever known what's it's felt like to be the smallest horizontally (vertically, I'm almost always the smallest).

I'll look forward to returning to the shop for alterations, only because I hope the person doing them says, "Gosh, honey. I think we should have ordered you an entirely different size. This looks like a tent on you!" Then, I could say, "Well, it fit just fine when we ordered it. I guess you'll have to take it in a few inches." Wouldn't that be awesome? Oh, to dream.

The babe made friends with the sales lady there helping me. They were tossing one of her stuffed animals around. Yep. I've definitely got an outgoing kid. She didn't even want to leave, silly kid.

Oh, yeah. People have got it in spades, around here (despite the rainy, sometimes snowy weather). Monday night, on the way home (I forgot to mention this), I'm driving along on the highway and this moron pulls up right beside me on a curve. Now, every sane driving American knows that this is something you simply do not do. It's like the driver's unwritten etiquette, or something. It's just a move that's asking for trouble. Somebody over corrects or curves a little to hard and your cars are kissing and then you're exchanging insurance cards.

Anyway, this guy's turning with me and I look over a little horrified, but he's just as cheesy as he can be. I really didn't know how to react because I didn't expect to look over and see somebody smiling at me. Weird! So, we continue past the curve and he's still side-by-side with me. I notice that there's a paper in his window, but I just assumed it was a for sale sign or something. Then, all of a sudden, he zooms in front of me and I see another paper in his back window that reads:

Be A Flirt, Pull up Your Shirt!

Well, I'm just as adventurous as the next gal and I probably would have, being in a brazen mode myself; however, I did have a four-year-old child in the car with me (which I'm sure he saw, being so close and all) and I thought it best not to corrupt her mind to early on with mommy's antics. Save her and give her a couple more years of innocence.

This guy stayed by my side, or at least two cars away until I got to my exit. He kept going after I exited (thank goodness he wasn't the stalker type). :-) The next day (yesterday), a co-worker called and said he needed my help with something. I helped him with his issue and gave him the information he needed. Then he says, "You know what? I just love you." (oh, really?) Then, quick save he says, "I love your whole department and your co-worker, even though I don't know her, I love her too." (hmm. Sure you do) I have to add that this gentleman is the most attractive of our co-workers and in my age group. He's tall (about 6'4 or so), athletic build, square features (I love that! My hubby has them too) and dark hair. He lives in San Fran and we've shared a mild flirtation since he came to work here. I was mighty flattered when he declared his love (real or otherwise). Yeah, the birds and bees are a flyin'!

Today hasn't been as exciting, but it's been okay. I had lunch with co-worker and this afternoon, I have to go to David's Bridal for my bridesmaid dress fitting. The link is to the actual dress. It will be in blue velvet. I'm glad it's pretty enough to wear again.

Still doing well with eating and workouts. I'm starting to see a difference and I like it! The weight training went for 45 minutes this morning. I was quite proud of myself. Three more days of weights, then I begin cardio again (in conjunction with the weights, of course). New body, here I come!

It's so gloomy, here. It's April showers like crazy, and it's not even April yet. What gives? I thought we officially hit spring on Sunday. I gotta tell you, I was none to thrilled to go out to my car after church to slippery, super-wet snow. Geesh! What's really depressing is that we won't see the sun (according to weather.com) until next Wednesday. Next Wednesday? No, no. I simply can't wait that long (as if I had a choice). What happened to our 60+ weather we had last week and the week before? Now, I can totally dig those temps. Bring them back, please!

The weight training is going well and so is the eating, which I seem to be doing a whole lot of. I eat and eat and eat. I know it's supposed to keep my metabolism revved, but give me a break! I feel like a little piggy. As soon as the food feels like it's settling in my tummy, it's freakin' time to eat again. Yesterday, I had a bowl of oatmeal and a carb-watcher's muffin for dinner. I couldn't eat anything else. It's too weird. Meanwhile, I took a look at myself in the mirror, as I was hefting a 20lb bar bell, bicep style. I'm looking better, even after only 4 days (I missed Thursday and Saturday of last week). I'll be glad when the cottage cheese that's found it's way to my thighs, begins to disappear. I never really had any there before. It's not cute. Ugh!

What am I eating? Lots and lots of chicken, a few egg whites, brown rice, veggies, fish and oatmeal. Very little white sugar or white flour, if any. I made Kodiak pancakes on Saturday and was surprisingly pleased at how good they were. They're multigrain with about 130 calories, 2 grams of fat and 4 grams of fiber for two. A little syrup and I was in heaven. It's actually not been hard to convert to this way of eating, it's just the feeling of eating all the time that I've got to get used to.

I haven't weighed and don't plan to for a while, as I've said. I know that the scale would not be kind to me right now, so why put myself through that? I know that in a few weeks, the balance will tip and the muscle will start burning this blasted fat from my thighs (and everywhere else, hopefully), then, I can say hello to the scale again. By then, I think I'll be brave enough to change the site. I guess we'll see, when it comes to that point. Meanwhile, I guess I'll go home and eat some more chicken.

The crossroads? I may have made a turn. I am very hopeful. I spoke to the daycare manager yesterday and I may be able to change the Babe's school district, which would have her in school in the city in which we work, rather than where we live. The particular school in question also has all-day kindergarten as well as after-school care. Again, I am hopeful. Anything could happen.

I'll have to go by there today at lunch and fill out forms, so the workout will need to be moved to the end of the day. They close at 3:00, so it's not something I could do on the way home. {I'm currently nibbling on an Apex bar (oatmeal raisin flavored). I have to say, of all the protein bars out there, I really, really like these.} My biceps are sore (yesterday was arms day), but I'm not feeling the pain in my triceps, which is where I usually feel it. Maybe my form wasn't good or maybe I just did them completely wrong or maybe, the weights weren't heavy enough. I don't know. I just hope it makes a difference.

We watched the SpongeBob movie with the babe last night. I actually thought it was kind of cute, even after approaching the evening with a bad attitude. My plan was to settle in for a night of American Idol drama, but that was not to happen. I did see who was voted off this morning. I wasn't surprised.

I just finished a cup of real coffee and I'm feeling the jitters already. I had a cup with a friend (it was a coffee date-moment we planned yesterday for today.) I couldn't very well drink decaf. I had to have the Cinnamon Crumb Cake flavor to share with her. It was divine but, again, I am seriously feeling it. Only an hour and a half till I can get in my car and drive out some of this energy. To bad I'm missing the gym at lunch, today. That would have been the best place to exert this, before I crash. Ugh!

Things are looking rosy today. I hope they continue on this plane. I've missed rosy days.

I started weight training again Monday night. I also trained again at the gym, yesterday. My body feels like it's been hit by a train (well, I imagine this is how it feels to be hit by a train, but I'm probably not even close). I did my Firm tape Monday and the free weights and machines for my legs yesterday. Everything is sore, despite only working my legs yesterday. I'm feeling the effects of both days today. I hope I can last through the break-through period because I feel like I won't make it during today's workout. Why have I started training again? Because over the weekend I noticed that things that didn't use to jiggle are now jiggling out of control. It's not pretty. I remember during the middle of summer two years ago, I was in great shape, but weighed 170. It was weird how I fit into everything, but weighed so much. Yes. I understand that muscle weighs more than fat and yes, I understand that it takes time for the muscle synergy to catch up to the fat burning, but that didn't make it any less weird. I'm at a point where looking like that again is all I care about, if the jiggling will stop.

I probably lost muscle, during my initial weight loss (which is why the jiggling is happening). I've got to get that dynamic tissue (muscle) back, even at the risk of the scale going up again. I've decided not to look at it for a while, until I get back into the groove of weight training. I'm even upping my protein to help with the process. Yesterday, I had 80 to 90 grams of protein. I felt like I was eating all day, but when I plugged in my points on the WW points calculator, I actually banked 2 points. I like the fact that protein makes you feel full and curbs your desire for sweets (my biggest weakness).

I'll keep up on this blog with how things are going. I can say that I do feel a bit heavier, but that's perfectly fine if I tone up and can wear a shirt without seeing the jiggle (can you tell I have a complex about this jiggle? Ewww!)

What a weekend! We made our trip to Vegas for hubby's meeting, knowing that this was also the weekend for NASCAR. Oy, vei! When we first drove in, the raceway was totally packed. The major race was scheduled for Sunday, but I guess trials and so forth were going on. Anyway, traffic was horrendous, but we made it to the gym for hubby's meeting. He felt very positive about the experience and will be talking to his friend about the possibility of job opportunities. We'll see how it goes.

We bought a lot of liquor, while we were down there. In Utah, liquor is regulated and we don't have stores on the corners like other places. You have to find a state-regulated liquor store to purchase your wine and spirits. It's really irritating, especially if you need something for cooking or you'd just like a nice bottle of wine for dinner and the stores are closed. Vegas has lots of discount stores and liquor is sold everywhere, practically (surprise, surprise). We spent nearly $100 on a variety of things, items (primarily) we're interested in trying but can't find here. The cabinet is now stocked. (We had a nice chardonnay for dinner last night that we got on super sale for $3.00).

We didn't get back to the hotel Friday night until around midnight. Saturday, we spent playing around in St. George, Cedar City and Brian Head. The weather was perfect! Eighty degrees in tank tops and shorts. Amazing! It was freaky for the mind, though - March 10th and 80 degrees. Saturday night, we night-swam in the hotel's indoor pool and relaxed in the hot-tub. The babe loved it too.

We ate entirely too much over the weekend and TOM was here, so I was extra bloated and attractive. I decided too that the weight training must resume sooner rather than later because stuff is starting to jiggle that didn't jiggle before. Also, hubby informed me that I have to stop being so scared of protein. I guess I am a bit scared. I need more chicken and fish like him. I think that it would be better to follow his eating habits, rather than my own. That way, when I do splurge, I don't panic about it like I have been. I'll be popping in my Firm tape tonight to get started (I can't go to the gym because I have a call...a call I conveniently forgot about until the guy emailed me documents and said, "These are for our call today"...ah, what call?).

I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday...feeling the stress of my daughter going to school (Charter or otherwise), changing jobs, possibly loosing my house ...you know, the usual stuff that has made me flustered these past few months. Hubby, as he is so good at doing, came to the rescue and reminded me that I'm not alone in all of this. I'm so glad I'm not because I think I would go insane! It's frustrating, confusing and hard on the tummy, but we'll get through it. We have no choice.

Hubby and I both went to bed on time and got a lot of rest, thankfully. We were both exhausted, by the time we got home and settled in for the night. The babe even had a slight temperature and wanted to go to bed. Hubby rented Fairytopia for her last night. As a family, we watched it with her. I thought it would be completely unbearable, but whoever is writing these stories isn't doing such a bad job. I wasn't as too thrilled with their Rapunzel, but the Princess and the Pauper as well as Fairytopia were okay. (Just in case you're interested, it's about a fairy (Barbie/Elina) without wings who lives in an enchanted garden, guarded by fairy guardians. Trouble ensues when the guardians begin to disappear and all of Fairytopia begins to weaken due to a strange sickness. It's up to Elina to stop the dreaded Laverna(sp) from capturing all the guardian fairies and their powers.) The scary characters weren't too scary and the heroes weren't too scared of the scary characters. If they had been, I think the babe would have liked this more.

Tonight is clean up night, oh fun. We just hate coming back to a dirty house after a trip (it's only happened once), so we're always sure to do a thorough clean up (including laundry) before we go anywhere. This morning, we woke up to a huge pile of dog vomit that I had to clean up, so my cleaning began early this morning with me breaking out the steam cleaner. Forget coffee waking you up, just jump into a big pile of dog vomit. Ugh!

I bought my girlfriend a Melitta Coffee filter Cone and filters last night, before I went home. We were talking about mine and how neat it was to be able to make one cup of coffee (using your own good coffee, and not the crap they make in the breakroom) using only your coffee cup. I told her that the next time I went to the store, I would get her one. Well, I went ahead and stopped for her last night. They sell the filters (a box of 40) for .50 and the cone for 1.oo...not bad. I was going to buy her gourmet coffee, but they didn't have what I wanted to get her and the bags and bags of Seattle's Best that they did have were mild (she likes bold - they also sell each bag for $2.00, where most grocery stores charge $8.50. Yikes!) It appears as if I'm a big coffee drinker, but I'm not. The kind I have is decaf because regular makes me race like a jack-rabbit! And, I don't drink it every day (a couple of times a week, if that). I'm just one that, when I do get ready to drink it, I want it to be good. To give her something good to start with, I stopped at Smith's and bought her a bag of the Black Mountain Gold, Swiss Chocolate Almond.

I did well with my eating, yesterday. I wasn't even that hungry, when I got home last night. I had some soup and protein total...a few light tortillas and a glass of Alice White Shiraz. Well, I suppose work is something I should try and do, now.

I didn't sleep well at all last night. I went to bed around 9:45 (I was watching the tape I made of Their Eyes Were Watching God and stopped at a commercial, when hubby was ready to sleep). He was gone in about 5 minutes while I tossed and turned for nearly an hour. I had some things on my mind, but I didn't realize that they were weighing so heavy.

Recently, one of our employees moved on to another job. Another employee followed suit a day later. They both went to the same location, but will be working in different capacities. Anyway, the lady who left was sort of the town crier around here...a loud person with a lot of opinions. She was also a hidden racist who spread all sorts of nasty rumors about the people of color employed here. Anyway, before she left, she made sure to leave her "legacy" behind...also leaving lots of animosity behind for the remaining people to struggle with. I was made privy to all these rumors when my girlfriend stayed the weekend. It doesn't effect me directly, but it still effects me (if that makes sense).

There are others, now, carrying on that legacy of suspicion, deception and hatred making it very hard for those who are of color and still have to work here. It's not for me to bring this up to HR because it's all hearsay for me. I haven't heard any of this directly. I wish my friend would say something to HR, because those spreading these horrible rumors would really be in for it (or at least, I hope they would. No one should have to endure this sort of treatment). Oh, man. What to do!

Aside from that, I was thinking about another lady here who has never liked me. Not that everyone has to like me, but she has always regarded me coolly and made sure to stare me down at every opportunity. When we are in a group setting, she makes out like we just work together all the time. What the hell is that about, I ask you? Several people have told me that she's very kind and giving (she used to be a school teacher turned IBM exec), while others have said that there's a wall you have to get past before you see the kindness. I believe we've been working together 2 years, and she still treats me the same way. It's just odd to me. There are people here that I work less with who treat me better. {Yeah, I'd say it was time to go. Too much drama here, even with the possibility of working from home. I'm still debating over all of it.}

Today is my Wednesday, so I'm glad about that. The weekend can't get here fast enough. You know, with all the restlessness I felt, I wasn't motivated enough to walk on the treadmill. I thought about it, but decided (despite not being able to fall asleep) I was just too tired. I weighed this morning, just for the heck of it, and I'm up the two pounds I lost. TOM is on the way so, I'm guessing it's water? I don't know. It could be the tamale pie I had Saturday night. It takes a couple of days for me to see food splurges.

I'm trying to be optimistic about the day, but with the lack of energy, I'm kind of moving into an "I don't care" mode. We'll see how it goes.

Even though the air appears as if someone took a big stogie the size of a skyscraper and smoked it atop the American Stores tower, the sun is burning bright...bright enough to disintegrate the smog, I hope. Only four days this week for me. I can't wait to get out of here! I'm really feeling restless and I'm so glad hubby is taking me and the babe along for the ride this weekend (a business trip of sorts, I think I mentioned before). Anyway, I'm really needing a real vacation, but this will be okay for now.

The weekend's eating was fine until Saturday evening. My company, who was supposed to be at my house by 3, got there at 10 to 8. By then, I was ready to eat the counter-top...consequently, I feasted well on the Tamale pie she brought (highly fattening). Sunday, we went to Golden Corral, but dinner was Chinese. Each time I ate well, but I'm holding water (I'm close to my visit with TOM, so I have to be sure to drink a lot of water this week). I've gotten through almost 16 ounces this morning, and it's just a few minutes after 8. Not bad.

I'm hopeful that the week will go okay. I want to have a good week because I'm really getting ancy about my job. I watch people race to work in the morning traffic to get their jobs and I wonder, "Man, they must really love their jobs to want to go 85 mph to get there." It seems bizarre to me, but then I remember that once upon a time I really loved my job too and raced to get there everyday. Hmmm. I can't even imagine that, now. I'm in no hurry to get here, but I'm in an awful hurry to leave. I'm sure I'm not alone in my sentiments.

I've got a lot to do, so the load should help in speeding the week along...gosh, I hope so. Here's to being overly hopeful!

I'm sure there won't be a repeat of the WWF, but I am playing it cautious. I am PMSing after all. I am praying for a good, positive, productive weekend. One can hope!

Today has been kind of bitter-sweet. One of our long-term employees is moving on to greener pastures. He's a kind and gentle soul that many will truly miss, including myself. Not only is he a wonderful person, he's a phenomenal chef too! In fact, he brought in hand-made cinnamon rolls and on his last day of work! Amazing! I wrapped mine up to take home and share with the little one. My butt will be on the treadmill tonight, after today's high-fattening pot-luck, going away lunch for him. It was divine and I partook and partook way too much. A little stroll on the treadmill this evening should even things out.

The babe begins swim lessons again tomorrow and I'm so happy for her. I hope she excels and moves quickly to level 2. (I'm anxious for her to be totally comfortable with the water, like her mother). One scaredy cat is enough (my hubby can handle water in small doses, where I could swim every day).

Keep me in your thoughts this weekend as I try not to dwell too much on the past.

Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them-- every day begin the task anew. -Francis de Sales

This is my mantra, right now. It's so true. I have a hard time (the OCD personality that I am) accepting that things aren't always going to be explained or rational, when it comes to relationships. Sometimes they just do whatever they're going to do. You would think I'd already have a grasp of this, being married and all but, little miss stubborn is still having issues...they're improving, but issues nonetheless.

I'm up two pounds from last week, due to the splurge over the weekend. Hubby took me to lunch yesterday and I maintained control, thank goodness. With him training for his show, he's very particular about what he eats and even more so, when we go out. We went for Chinese. He had the Chicken and green beans plate, with a side of Chicken skewers. Protein fest! I had the Beef and Broccoli with lo mein and wontons. We both had the egg flower soup as well. Not bad for lunch and quite filling. Next week, I'll be back in the swing of my workouts. I have been going at lunch (except for yesterday), but I haven't done my morning walks since before I got sick. I'll be happy to have those back again. I'm getting soft and I don't like it one little bit.

This weekend, the babe begins her swimming lessons again. She's excited and so am I. I'll be glad when we can swim together and I can do it without worrying about her too much. I hope that happens soon. We're also (supposedly) having company over this weekend. We'll see. She has a habit of canceling out.

My hubby is so sweet! He put my lunch together last night when he came home from work. It was his off-day, but he worked an overtime shift from 6:00pm to 10:00pm, came home, then went back out to his part-time job and worked 2 hours. Amazing! He came home at around 1ish, washed the dishes and made my lunch. What a prince. (Don't worry...I know how fortunate I am). We're supposed to be going out of town next week. I'm looking forward to getting out of the state for a bit. I always feel so recharged when I do. The babe will enjoy it too, no doubt.

Here's to better days ahead!