Round Here

I did a workout with my friend three days ago.
It involved many, many, MANY push-ups and pull-ups, with some cardio thrown into the mix.

(The pull-ups were done on a machine that helps with some of the weight. You didn't think I was She-Ra or something did you?)

So.
I did the workout.
Then at 3 the next morning I was awakened.
Do you know what woke me?

It was pain.
Pain woke me.
Pain so severe that I was forced to stumble into the bathroom looking for some motrin or tylenol. And when I was unsuccessful at finding any, I chewed up every last cherry-flavored children's tylenol tablet that we owned.

Ever since then, I have been unable to fully extend my arms.

I am about to pen the most intelligent statement I have ever written:
Turns out I use my arms an awful lot during the day.

Pain is my constant companion. I smell like Ben-Gay.

You.
You who made me do this workout. You know who you are.
And more importantly, I know where you live.

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Moving on.

Today when the kids were eating lunch, Alex asked me to get her some more milk. Since I only actually listen to about 40% of the words that make their way out of her mouth, I mumbled uh-huh, just a minute, and then forgot about it completely.

(In my defense, less than 40% is actually worth listening to, so I think I'm doing a fairly good job.)

A few minutes later I hear "Moooooommmmmmmy. You said you were going to get me some milk and I'm very thirsty."
and then came this little jewel of an afterthough:
"it's like it's your first day or something."

I laughed. I couldn't help it.
And I know exactly who to blame it on:
One Joshua B. Schore


For I can assure you that these scenarios have played out many a time in our household:


Derek, not watching where he's going, walks right into a wall.
Josh: Hey Buddy, it's like it's your first day walking.

Alex, a very messy eater, spills her yogurt down her shirt.
Josh: Alex, is it your first day eating?

Sometimes it's amusing to hear it come full circle.
(Other times it's not so amusing.)






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We're making progress on the pantry cleaning.

Josh moaned out loud when he read my post about clean-up meals.
He then asked if I might be able to look at our ingredients and see if I can make some meals out of them instead of just serving him a side dish of canned mushrooms.

He's so needy.

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Alex's birthday was May 19th.
I assure you we are very thankful for all of the wonderful gifts she received.

Unfortunately it appears that we are only thankful enough to write out the notes, but not enough to address and send them.

They will be in the mail soon.
Hopefully before she turns 6.

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Lastly.
It would appear that we have found someone to rent our house.

While we would have preferred to sell, the market here in Mountain Home is less than desirable. So we are happy to at least have the house taken care of for now, and will try to sell again down the road when things turn around a bit.

Thank you all for listening to me moan and complain for the past few months. I shall now give you a brief reprieve.

Amen.

And as soon as we are settled into our new home in North Carolina, I will replace the crying and complaining formerly reserved for our house with tears and complaints related to potty training my son.

My son who insists that he is BIG. And NOT A BABY.

I guess we'll see about that, huh?

Signing off,
I've-been-typing-this-with-a-pencil-in-my-teeth-because-my-arms-hurt-so-bad in Idaho