Thursday

7:30am - Liam wakes up with a super wet diaper, and when I say super wet, I mean soaked through his pjs. I hadn't any coffee yet and I had to change a complete outfit. Thank goodness we both survived. Kevin now gets up super early to practice piano so he always has coffee ready. Once the diaper and outfit were changed it was time for breakfast. I'm always worried that he isn't eating enough. I gave him a million blue berries, grapes, oatmeal. He ate it all.

9:30am - I decided that the front porch needed a fern and some flowers. Liam and I headed to Lowes. I picked some dahlias and petunias. Both of these flowers take morning sun, which my front porch gets afternoon sun. Oh well. I think they will survive. Yes, my maiden name is Engledow, but I didn't inherit that green thumb.

10:30am- Liam is stuck in his high chair eating cheese while I vacuum and dust mop all the floors. Once the cheese wasn't holding his attention, I broke out the Little Debbie treats. After I was done cleaning the floors I had to clean Liam. He was covered head to toe with cream and cake. I now find it very hard to clean with a toddler. He hates it when I'm not paying full attention to him. Nap time is the only time I can get laundry done. Moms never get breaks.

Once nap time came around, I went outside to pot my plants. After, I ate lunch and relaxed for about 10 minutes. Liam then got up. Nap over. I realized that he took a 2 hour nap and I never really relaxed.

I decided to take Liam outside to help me pull weeds in the backyard. I confined him to his wagon. He seemed fine with it. I couldn't let him run free because I was afraid of poop bombs left by Beatrix and Buster. Yes, I do go through the yard and pick it up when it is possible, but it isn't easy getting a break to do so.

Kevin got home late, and we ate pasta for dinner. I had to make a mad dash to the basement to workout. Kevin had band practice and had to leave by 7. That gave me a 30 minute workout and time for a 15 minute shower. Lucky me.

I am crazy tired and Liam is in bed. I think it might be a 9pm bedtime for me tonight.

Tomorrow I'm going for a full physical. The last one I had was at 21. I'm scared. I hate going to the doctor.