Lillian likes to come give me updates on the general goings-on of the house. Here's today's updates:
- Mom, Nora's awake. (I only put her down 30 minutes ago) Did you help her wake up? No, she did it on her own. (I don't believe that for one minute)
- Mom, Nora's crying.
- Mom, Nora has poop. In her diaper? No, in her crib. (Great)
- Mom, I had an accident. Well, it was just a little accident (accigent, as she says). Did you make a mess? No, I put my panties in the toilet. That's nice.
Yesterday, I was thinking about how people my age are starting to get divorced and how sad that is. (Seriously, a couple we were in the singles' ward with who got married literally the day before me and Tyler got divorced.)
Me: Let's never get divorced, OK? We'll just stay married forever. I mean, I want our kids to have it normal.
Tyler: OK, but I think "normal" is to have divorced parents.
Me: OK, then. I want our kids to have it bizarre.
Tyler: With you as their mother, they'll have no choice.
Do you see what I have to put up with? And, with mornings like this one, how could any person stay sane?
The reason I had to take a shower is because I did day 7 of the 30-Day Shred. We went to The Wal-Mart to buy hand weights because I have heretofore been using cans of green beans. In the hand weight aisle, while Tyler and Lillian tried out the family pack of boxing gloves (what a brilliant idea) I tried out all the moves of the Shred with the 3 lb weights, and then the 5 lb weights. The 3 pounders were pretty easy, and I could tell that I wouldn't be able to do the whole thing with 5 lbs. Tyler convinced me to get the weights I wish I could do, instead of what I knew I could do easily.
Turns out: no. I can't do the whole thing with 5 lbs. And, I can no longer pick up Nora. Sorry kid.