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Song and Dance

I'm exhausted so bare bear with me...

*Wake up.
**Eat breakfast.
***Clear out master bedroom.
****Prime over red walls
****Two hours and a gallon of primer later...run to Lowes for more primer. *Sigh* (Olympic Zero VOC--pregnant friendly)
********More hours go by...white walls....wow the room does look a lot bigger.  Exhausted...but keep moving
**********Clean carpets. How did I get a mascara stain under my bed anyways?  Oh well, looks good now.  
*************Eat dinner: baked potato and vegetable soup. Drink from crystal light that gave me a pink mustache that I can't seem to get rid of....perfect.  
*****************Go to the gym to for Zumba class. After class I over heard someone say, "Even the pregnant chick was kicking my ass..." I was happy for two reasons: 1.) I actually look pregnant and not just thick 2.) I did kick some Zumba butt..and it felt great!  (I think Haley likes the music because she was Zumba-ing in my belly)
********************Come home, fold laundry for an hour.  Put laundry away...but takes four trips up three flights of stairs to carry all the laundry up.  The cost of procrastination. 
*****************************Shower, Sleep.....


Tomorrow: Repeat?


I don't mind...I think painting is my official nesting signature.  Even in my exhausted state of mind and a painting project in the works, I found myself noticing the hallway thinking it too needed a fresh coat of paint.  I must be going crazy.

The master bathroom is ALMOST finished.  We had an incident with the plumbing, but  with an unexpected couple hundred dollars later....we are almost there.  Ian played electrician and installed our new light fixture today..LOVE it.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed...by February, our house should be back to tip top shape.  If not, I'm going on a vacation to somewhere warm and not coming back until it is.

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