Monday I didn't get up early enough to exercise. Why you ask? Because my youngest woke me up before 6am. She was throwing up.
Oh yeah, you read that right. Here we go again.
I was planning on staying home from our homeschool group until the very end when I have to direct the choir/play and she was just going to come and sit in the room. That is until, she decided to throw up every thirty minutes.
Steven came home so I could go. Isn't he sweet?
I got my exercise when I had to run around like a crazy woman getting them to their correct staging and then again later when I was teaching the choreography to the dance captains. I was sweating by the time I was done! lol
Today the exercise came in the form of shoveling the drive-way so that Steven could get back home. It was so deep that he couldn't have driven his car up to the garage!
Hopefully tomorrow will come and no one will be throwing up!
A girl can dream, can't she?