Happy Leap Day

Don’t let the title fool you.  I’m wishing you a happy Leap Day, but so far, my day has been anything but happy.

Things started on a downhill slide sometime in the wee hours of the morning, when this girl decided to join me, wrecking my sleep with a night of kicking, slapping, occasional talking, and the ever alarming, sprawl over my face.

The helmet is back!

Not long after that, or for all I know, it could have been hours, I heard the tinkling of cereal being poured.  It was still dark, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep with those annoying birds, that last week were signaling the coming of spring, but are now just mocking me with their incessant singing.

Lying, still as a statue, so as to not disturb the princess, I tried to go back to sleep, really I did, but somewhere in that trying I was interrupted by two little boys in a heated argument over a DS game.  I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say that since I had to get involved, no one won.  And who told them they could play DS anyway?

Any attempt at sleep just seemed ridiculous at that point, so I got up, went downstairs, made my coffee, poured my cream into the cup and then watched as it curdled into a million little pieces (insert screams of agony here).

I tried to ignore the fact that everything seemed to being going wrong, but then my husband knocked the orange juice off the counter onto the floor, looked at it and announced that he was late for work.

I guess you know who had to clean it up.

Now, I’m down a cup of coffee, tired, and did I mention sore all over.  Oh yeah, my sister and her daughter are running a 5k.  My sister, not a runner, sort of got herself into this situation by accident.  She thought she was signing her daughter up for a 5k as part of a Girls on the Run Club, formed by one of her mom friends.  She didn’t know that that meant she had to run too.  Like any good mom, after a bit of cursing, she has started training so that she can be her daughter’s running buddy, using the app, couch to 5k, or something like that.

Yesterday, in an effort to expedite my exercise routine and work it into my schedule of errands, instead of returning home to the elliptical, I decided that I would stop at the park and give the app a try.  Let’s forget about the fact that at some points during the routine I thought I was going to die, and let’s focus on the fact that, today, every part of my lower body aches.  I remember why I hate running.

In painting news, I decided to extend the Bleeker Beige into the kitchen and I couldn’t be happier.  You see how it changes with the light?  I like it.  The new color works much better with the stain of the cabinets, and while I still think I could have gone darker in my den, I’ve decided not to repaint.  To be honest, I’m not even sure it has to do with the paint, anymore.  Just like I realized that the paintings were driving me crazy, I think my couches are driving me crazy, too.  But whatever, since I’m not getting new couches anytime soon, I’m just going to make it work.

I also picked a color for the armoire and as much as I am itching to start painting that big old monster, today, I’m taking a break from painting to bitch and complain to you get my house in order.

That’s my day so far. Happy freaking Leap Day.

Of course, being an eternal optimist, I’m going to hold out hope that my day will get better, and if it doesn’t, no biggie, February 29th only comes around once every four years. I can handle that.  One thing is for sure, though, whatever the rest of the day holds will definitely include a stop at Starbucks.

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