Boring

I haven't posted much because it's been a relatively quiet week after the long weekend. I've done nothing but go to work (reading blogs at work), gone home and cooked dinner, did dishes and go to bed. It's been fun and exciting and boring.

You would think with Scott working the late shift that I would get to bed earlier and get more sleep. Wouldn't you? Nope doesn't work, at least not for me. Even if I go to bed my brain keeps me awake until he walks into the bedroom and then I'm out cold. I'm so very romantic lately, let me tell ya!

Ethan, Emma, and mom were all in bed before 8:30 last night so I thought I'd do some stretches and catch up on Desparate Housewives. I know, you're thinking what a horrible show, but I'm addicted to it. I haven't figured out why.

Harley was in his pj's and the dogs were sent outside in the snow, it didn't hurt them I promise, and I started my show and started with leg exercises. I have discovered that it is extremely hard to work out while your toddler is trying to climb on you, over you, under your uplifted leg, trying to sit on your uplifted leg, getting mad when said uplifted leg is coming down...... It's just difficult. He finally quit trying to sit on me or climb on me and started squatting right by my face and saying What?!?! What?!?! He was so inquisitive about what I was doing laying on the floor but not playing with him.

When I got ready to do arm exercises I tried to get Harley to come back over to me so I could use him as my weight. Would he?! NO! He ran from me. He ran all the way to the other end of the house yelling for Emma and giggling the whole way. Turkey butt!

I finally managed to get him in bed and finished my exercises and the show and was getting ready for bed when Scott walked in and scared me half to death. Normally the dogs run to the door and whine and announce that he is home. Not this time, apparently they were too cold to move after being outside for a half hour. Baby's.

He said hey, I yelled and jumped and hit my head on the dresser because I was bending over picking up his dirty socks that never manage to make it into the hamper. He giggled and ran. What a night, two men in my life running from me and giggling.

And all of it was boring, boring, boring.

Tonight's schedule? More of the same. Scott works late again and if I don't keep the kids on a strict bedtime schedule they are so grouchy so even on the weekends they are in bed by 8:30.

Hopefully all of you have a great weekend and no one runs away from you giggling their heads off.