keeping it real.

by - 2:53:00 PM

First, before I bore everyone with my mundane day:

We have to shout out: it's this kid's birthday (and I know he'll appreciate this manly picture of himself). He's awesome. Kendon thinks more like me than anyone else in my family. He gets me (or pretends he does). He drives me nuts, but he makes me laugh while doing it, which drives me more nuts. D. thinks he's great. Abby thinks he's hilarious and thrives on his attention. Needless to say, he's pretty loved around our house. Happy birthday, Doni.


Today has just been one of those days. I really love my life. I love being a mommy; I adore being a wife to D. (he makes life so, super easy for me); I love that I get to stay home. But today has been one of those days.

First of all, I got up this morning, showered, did my hair. And it is frizzier than frizzy. Not like Band Perry frizzy and cute. Like nasty Alyssa frizzy. And I did this early because I knew I couldn't push washing my hair off yet another day, and when I do decide to cleanse my nasty hair it has to happen before Lady wakes up or it becomes next to impossible. And guess what happened today? She decided to sleep in. So. I'm wearing sweats, with frizzy hair.

And my shoulder hurts. I know, boo hoo... but really, it hurts. Not because I was doing anything strenuous (heaven forbid i do anything of the sort). I think I slept on it wrong. But, seriously, it hurts.

And then I drug Lady to the gym with me to cancel my membership. Mostly because it's been well over a month since I've dragged my chubby, lazy self to work out, and partly because it's warm outside and we just purchased a bike I'll pass off family time as exercise. Anyway...I totally got Ross-ed (which I'm now adopting as my favorite phrase; and yes, really it's chandler...but ross-ed sounds so much better). So, now I have to go back tomorrow and really cancel. "I want to quit the gym."

And the neighbor girl we watch a couple days a week (who we all adore, by the way) peed her pants. On my kitchen chair (which has a cushion, not just wood).

But, Lady A. has been abnormally cuddly. Maybe she feels guilty for sleeping in when I got up so early. But I love it.

Needless to say, I'm feeling bad for myself today (for basically no reason other than the fact I'm a woman and feel entitled). And we are watching the clock, waiting for D. to get home (who should be promoted to sainthood...pretty much today). And we are having roast for dinner, because it sounded comforting and I'm feeling rebellious in the Mormon community - so, we're having roast for dinner on Thursday, and not Sunday.

BUT: I ordered new root pump last night. I'm excited about that. And I'm going to make D. and Lady go to Old Navy with me tonight to purchase tshirts that are on sale. That way, in the future I can wear a slouchy, old navy t shirt with frizzy, voluminousness hair.

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