A Wednesday update

Listen.

This is the lamest blog of all time this week. And I am so sorry.

But, like I may have mentioned yesterday, if it’s not happening in our playroom right now and doesn’t involve paint or sanding or stain or crying and profanity, then it’s pretty much non-existent in my life.

Although I did make a trip to workout at Smart Barre yesterday morning because I was hoping all the stretching and whatnot would help with all the soreness from all the home improvement. Sadly, any good that was done was immediately nullified when I spent the better half of yesterday painting tiny little bits of crown molding with a tiny little paint brush.

Now I can no longer look to the right or the left. Which shouldn’t be terribly inconvenient except for the times I want to live my life like a normal person.

So I’ll be back tomorrow once I find a chiropractor/Advil/neck brace/a case of wine/my mind.