Oh the day...

I finally got up and worked out on my elliptical.

Poor guy the only thing it's been good for a while is holding things for me like my towel.

For some reason buying work out DVDs and machines are suppose to help motivate me but instead I say "Eh they are right there whenever I have time. One day."

I need a workout buddy and a gym or a babysitter.

After a relaxing shower I changed into some jeans that fit.

I need a new wardrobe.

Finally got over the "I am going to lose all this baby weight in....(enter days/months....years)"

Beginning to embrace the momma body.

That's about all I can do.

I'm just happy I'm finally getting my health back and that my kids are happy and healthy.

Which also reminds me I need to get rid of all the clothes that I have stored in dusty boxes for 2 years.

Put on a little mascara.

I'll be glad if I make it through the day without it smearing.

Water proof.

Pf.

Threw some white laundry in the washer.

Had to add a little bleach.

Toddler who eats in the bed.

Judge me.

Sometimes I just get lazy and feed my child in our bed so I can get some more sleep.

I can always wash and clean.

Worth it.

I was in the mood to make some pizza.

As if I need that but I needed to satisfy the craving.

Used whole wheat, that should make it at least 5% healthier right?

Took Eliana to the Doctor.

She has been limping for over a day now.

I couldn't decide I was taking her because I really wanted to get her checked or I needed some nice fresh heated air. I didn't think Utah could get this hot. That's why I left Texas.

Or the fact that she would finally take her nap with the drive.

No worries we just have to keep watching it for days and hope it's nothing.

Finally got the courage to get rid of the clothes from my drawers that I was going to be able to "squeeze" into soon.

Not going to happen.

Not until I am done having kids, probably. 

For now they will sit by the bed on the floor until I think of what I will do with them.

Eliana is beginning her "terrible twos" already.

Can't decide if it's called terrible twos because they cry a lot or because they become just terrible.

Guess I'll find out when it's over.

Had leftovers because I didn't want to cook.

Not that I would have.

I have a great husband that decides he will cook when I don't want to. always

I have a basket of clean laundry waiting for me to fold.

As I sit here I am trying to figure out what I will be getting rid of.

Can't decide.

Trying to decide if our next project, after getting rid of so many things, will be the kids bedroom. Not that they sleep there.

Casey's mom is here so the three of us sleep on our bed like human tetris while Liam has a comfy bed on the "bassinet".

Well better get to work...