it doesn't get any better than this

I kinda hate this couch. But it will not die. We call it the Fertility Couch. Back when we had trouble having kids, my mom told me to buy a white couch and I would get pregnant immediately. It totally worked. (Full disclosure, there WERE quite a few doctor's appointments in there too.)

I can't even count the number of times I have started a post. Ok, well, I COULD COUNT, it's not THAT high, but Blogger will not SAVE a post for me. Only publish, so I have to keep starting over. Does anyone else have this problem? Annoying.

Anyway, I never had a chance to post, but my Ladies Night was fun! My house has never been so clean. I almost wanted to slap a For Sale sign on it.



Except of course, it is still two colors on the outside and the basement has been gutted. But that night may very well be the best it ever gets here.


I cleverly disguised the GIANT rip in this couch with an afgan.
It's really more like the giant RIP that has a couch in it.
This one will be on the curb soon.

EVERYONE brought food and wine. I seriously should not have bought any because I ended up with more wine than I started with.



And a TON of food.



But there was good conversation. A bit of school griping (they were all school moms). And lots and lots of chatter. I felt a little more in touch with life outside these walls and that was nice.

My class is going pretty well. I had my first big exam yesterday and I studied for what felt like HUNDREDS of hours. (In reality, it was about 15.) And I got a B. And I am MAD about the B, but I could have studied 20 more hours and I would STILL have gotten a B.

There are many areas where I am SO. NOT. a perfectionist. Like LAUNDRY for example. But there are others where I AM. School, for example. I made it through an entire graduate program with only 1 B (and that B SHOULD HAVE been an A, and YES, I am still burned up about it 15 years later) and I will be REALLY mad if I get a B in a darn pre-req undergrad class at a community college after all this studying.

It's not healthy, but it's who I am. And I have to remember, I have 4 kids and they are my priority. So if getting a B means I can still take care of them, then a B it will have to be. (But don't expect me to refrain from complaining about it, mkay?)

Demo in our basement continues. Baseball season is about to begin. Which will make un-demo-ing the basement a challenge.


Why YES! That is a toilet. In the PLAYROOM. We're trying to carve out more space and since there ISN'T ACTUALLY any more space, we noticed that taking down the walls around the bathroom makes things seem SO! MUCH! MORE! OPEN! And everyone here walks in on you when you're in the bathroom anyway. And yes, we are violating child labor laws here. KIDDING. KIDDING. My kids have the cushiest life on the PLANET. I am quite sure of it. A whole post on this project coming soon, for you housies.

I am in week 4 of my Couch to 5K training. Still hate running. Still doing it.

Spring has sprung here this week too which has done wonders for my mental health. I just want to lay face up on the patio (next to that last pile of dirty melting snow) and let the sun shine on my cheeks. But there are bugs out there and I am out of SPF face lotion so I will just sit here next to my open window and enjoy the fresh air. (I don't pretend not to have issues.)