Ha ha ha... OUCH!

I am entirely too sore to be laughing as hard as this little scenario had me laughing earlier.  Honestly.  It hurt.

On Thursday nights before Elise comes we have to straighten the house.  She cleans, but she does not organize and put up the buckets of stuff Hardin leaves all over the house every day.  As with most things, Jason and I divide and conquer.  He ALWAYS takes the kitchen.  He's a little freakish when it comes to a clean kitchen.  But tonight was crockpot night so he bailed and took the den.

About 5 minutes after he tried to shove 2 rooms full of toys in one tiny toy box he decided that whatever was making noise was not going to stop on it's own.  He looked and dug and looked and dug and looked and dug.  I was crying laughing at his commentary, and Hardin was all about the hunt although he had no clue we were trying to stop his toy from playing music.

Jason finally found the culprit and quickly turned to me and said NO MORE TOYS.  I toned down my laugh, smiled, and said sure babe, sure.  

Um, I guess I'll leave the full kitchen set with all the accessories in my car over the weekend, I don't think he could take it...  but it was all real wood, half off and then 20% off, so I couldn't resist!  Shhhhhhhhhhh. 


Yesterday after spin, I was feeling like I haven't been doing enough weight training and decided to get in a good upper body weight session before work.  By time I hit the shower my arms were jello.  Like the kind where you can't lift the hair dryer and have to go to work looking like a mop jello.

There I stood, jello arms, enjoying the very best part of my shower where I stand face front in the water for a good 5 minutes and wait to stop sweating enough to bother bathing.  Once I got to that point, I turned around to wash my hair only to find that my shower stall door was WIDE OPEN!  Thank God I stayed and did that arm workout so that I missed the mad shower dash after class.  I was the only one in there, whew.  

Then I got dressed and realized I brought black slacks and navy socks...  and no bra.  I was a mess.

I topped that off with Xtreme Pump this morning to further this weight lifting thing.  My partner was a very pregnant girl.  Nothing will make you push yourself like preggo gym Barbie as your partner.  I was determined not to let her show me up.  I failed miserably!  I am sore in places I never even knew I had until Jason had me cracking up tonight.