Not ME!

That's right. I'm back and stuff. I won't lie...last week got pretty cruddy..more on that later {maybe.}

I was {not} a touch emotionally PMStically fragical last week. If so, the fact that our remodel is moving along s l o w l y, and the fact I go back to work in 3 weeks would not have sent me into a tizzy. Topping if off, I {did not} drop Corey's dinner plate on the floor. He {did not} come in the big hole in the middle of my house kitchen to find me bawling my head off and crying that I cannot handle remodeling any longer. Nope, Not Me! I'm a tough chick. Tough.

My dear knight in shining armor's response was {not} to rush to the home improvement store and buy me a chunk of countertop. That's right. Before, our toaster, hot plate, microwave and toaster oven had been sitting on a tiny little table. Now? My man set me up with a sweet, temporary counter until the kitchen is ready. {FYI: He had his grandpa do the electrical. His grandpa is a retired electrician, who still farms. Grandpa has been busy with his farm/haying/multiple cows. So, he has taken forever to do the electric.} Until the electric is done and inspected, we can't move on to the sheetrock, painting, flooring and finally....new kitchen!

Elijah, the poor dude, was {not} stung by 4 bees last week. Luckily, he is tough. Corey and I were not scared when we heard a horrible shriek/scream/bloody death/wailing coming from the front yard. It {did not} take Corey quite a while to even catch Elijah to see what was wrong, as Elijah was flying around the yard, scream-wailing. Elijah {does not} run and scream like a madman every time he sees a bee now.

In heartbreaking, tear inducing, sob story news... My IT band is {not} beyond painful again. I had a few awesome long runs, then yesterday I headed out for a 12 mile run, and it was a touch make me cry, ouchie!! tender and painful. I {am not} super sad to have to take additional time off running to let it heal. Cause, you know, I {do not} adore running.

I've got more, but due to the fact that I have calls to make, kids to feed, swim lessons to get ready for, Corey's grandpa over, and my tummy is growling..I am out.