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9 weeks...I've been a mom for 9 weeks now....why does it feel like I've been a mom.... forever?  Wait, can I say that out loud without looking like a terrible mother? I'm only partially kidding.  I think it is because, tonight, I am exhausted.  

I wish I could give a legitimate reason for being exhausted.  I think it all is finally catching up to me. I am very under motivated this evening.  My to-do task of the evening was to go grocery shopping, which I conquered--10 packages of chicken breast later.  We now have over 20 packages of chicken breast crammed in our freezer.  Thank you Price Chopper. Tomorrow I planned on cleaning the house (didn't I just do that, there is only 2.5 people living here, why do I feel like it's so dirty...) but I am thinking, if I get it all done tonight, perhaps Haley and I could go do something fun tomorrow.  But if I am going to push myself that hard today--I may have to vacuum with a BL lime in my hand. Whose here to judge? 

Have I mentioned how amazing my hard working man is lately?  I made a joke in bad taste about it taking Ian 6 months to get anything accomplished around the house.  This woman is trying to learn to not bite the hand that feeds her....That was not okay of me, because seriously--this man works his buns off for his family.  He is working 50-60 hour work weeks and then comes home to a hunny-do list, which he does while singing.  The most recent of projects is repainting the rest of the house: hallway, living room, and kitchen.  Right now it is a dark brown color.  We were ready for a change, so we decided to lighten it up.  The picture above shows the test color.  Ian got the hallway knocked out already and it looks darn good (minus the trim and cutting in which I plan to do..sometime in the next 6 months).  He's fabulous.  

While I am sharing pictures I thought I would share this one....I was having a little bit of fun during bath time today.  I think she looks like Ian in this picture. 

Welllllll....I guess that is all I really care to share today.  Have a fantastic night.



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