After misery, there's pleasure. Thank goodness.

To my surprise and extreme pleasure, today was kind of anti climatic compared to the last week.

I'm feeling much better. (Whew!)

S is much quieter (methinks she might just have spent a bit 0'time in time out while I was out of commission. ::silent cheering::).

I even made it to the gym. R, to his credit, didn't even give me the stink eye over that one. We packed up the kids and headed out - him to swim, me to do some light cardio. My thinking was that I would work up a light sweat and it would help to break up my congestion.

Hey, it was a good idea.

It was. It was!

But then I ran into a friend of mine, we started walking laps together, and on our first lap around the track, she suggested that we jog.

Jogging and I? We have a hate/hate relationship. I hate to do it, it hates my body. I made it one lap at what was, for me, a pretty good clip and I was totally out of breath. Three walking laps later, we jogged another one. Seriously? It almost killed me. I'm just not a jogger. Today I made my peace with it.

God bless my friend, she and I switched to floor work: sit ups, ab work, planks, pull ups, vertical push ups...it was a great workout. And also? I got my stuff from the Pampered Chef party I attended with her a few weeks ago (you might all remember that better as bowl of margarita night). I bought a knife and I used it to chop up veggies for the vegetable beef soup I made tonight.

Can you be in love with a knife? Because I think I might be. It fits my hand perfectly, it slices right through all sorts of things like a hot knife through room temperature butter. Seriously, now I can actually see how chefs can be all whack whack whack and boom! An entire onion is in 2,000 tiny even pieces. Sa-weet!

So, if you need anything cut, sliced, diced, minced, or chopped? It would be my pleasure. Dinner tomorrow will be at 5:30..the possibilities are endless but will likely be in little tiny pieces. hee!