The cure for the common cinnamon omelette.

Happy Dr. Seuss Day!

You’d better be good. Or he will know.

And you’ll wish you had been.

I never realized how terrifying wearing Dr. Seuss’ face on my real face would be.

Yesterday was a day of dragging ass and kicking names.

I ran errands for a while, but my heart just wasn’t it.

So I came home and showered and puttered for a while.

Dinner didn’t rock my butt either.

It wasn’t a bad day. Not by any means.

It was just a normal day.

A seven day.

A C average day.

I guess everything has been so amazing with Jitterbug and the kiddos the past handful of months, I had forgotten what an average day felt like.

It left me feeling very thankful and lucky by the time bed o’clock rolled around.

I’ve got it pretty damn good.

And I’m glad that yesterday reminded me of that.

So thank you, Thursday.

Today is Friday.

And leg day at workout.

There’s nothing crazy on the books for today. Just errands and hopefully a nap.

Tomorrow is IKEA day with Teacher Sis.

Just a quick trip to Frisco and back for bookcases for mine and Jitterbug’s bedroom. Nothing crazy there either. Except for me and Teacher Sis, that is.

All right.

Time for squats.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC