Look at this most precious plate you can make at Dandy Doodlez. That is, in fact, a baby’s bottom slathered in paint and pressed to a plate. Of course, while I could manage that part, the rest of the fabulously designed plate is a style only they could replicate. SO CUTE we may have to venture over to Starkville with Binja’s butt.
This time change crap? SUCKS. Sucks SO HARD. It’s one thing when it’s just grown-ups involved, but it has just set poor ole Binja’s clock wonky. I had a meeting run late yesterday afternoon, so it was 5:45 by the time I picked the child up from daycare. Which was pitch black outside. So Binja was ready to hit the sack when we walked in the door. No dinner, no bath, no playtime.. just sleep. This sets my Mommy-Guilt all the way to eleven.
There is nothing more frustrating than hitting the gym four or five times a week for a few weeks in a row to gain weight. I KNOW, I KNOW; muscle weighs more than fat and I’m gaining muscle. BLAH BLAH BLAH. My goal was to be smaller, though, and the laws of physics deem that one can not gain more mass and get smaller. I’m trying to control my mindset this time, however, and use that as motivation to workout more, instead of just falling off the wagon completely. I really do enjoy the hour to myself, and I do feel my body changing.
I’m considering taking a day off next week. Maybe a Tuesday, so I can ass around with a certain someone who has a distinct DOMO appreciation..