I’m a little late with my week in review, but I have a good excuse. It was a stomach bug, and I will leave it at that. Because the details are horrific.
So here’s my (mostly) puke-free week in review:
I started working part-time from home. After the baby and then moving, I thought leaving my job was going to be like a dream. Turns out, after 5 years of being there and helping while the company was built from the ground up, it was kind of hard to leave. So I’m pretty happy to be back. And I get done working with plenty of time to watch all my stories. I’m kidding. Sort of. I swear I watched that episode of Days of Our Lives on accident.
I finished watching the first season of Downton Abbey on Netflix. And, don’t send me a pipe bomb in the mail for saying this, but I just don’t get the hype. Of course, this is coming from the woman who “accidentally” watches Days of Our Lives. So maybe my opinion doesn’t mean very much.
We finally got a proper changing table (thanks Mom and Dad!). Not that getting changed on top of a kitchen cart wasn’t effective:
But this is slightly nicer:
It was a pretty big day. I did the dishes. Almost had a massive heart attack trying to play Just Dance. Got hopelessly addicted to Family Feud (thanks a lot Ryan). Decided I should write a book. Sat at my desk for an hour considering whether anyone would want to read a book about one girl’s love affair with cake and vodka.
It was freakishly warm. I’m talking double digits here. So, naturally, we went for ice cream. Wyatt tried to challenge us to a boxing match while we were out, but since he still doesn’t have full head control and the fool can’t walk, it really wasn’t much of a contest. Babies.
Ryan made me breakfast. I bathed. We moved the treadmill down to the basement. I decided that was enough of a workout for at least a week. My goal of running a half marathon this year might turn into a goal of me watching other people run a half marathon while I eat a bag of fun size Snickers if I keep up with that kind of thinking.
And, then there was Sunday. Oh Sunday. I promised, no horrific details. So I’ll just leave you with a picture of Wyatt wearing pants on his head.