8 minute abs: who's with me?

So . . . here is what went down since I last posted.

If you did not read my last post, you might be thoroughly confused.

My advice is you leave this post immediately and click here.

After you have been caught up, feel free to return.

Thank you.

I stared at the computer.

I went and made coffee.

I texted the Lumberjack and asked him if he could pick Sweet Pea up from school.

No dice.

Yes.

He is officially texting now.

And pigs can now fly.

I made Daisy Mae some popcorn.

Then I helped her eat the popcorn.

It was, in fact, delicious.

Then, I contemplated sleeping.

But it was 2:15 and I needed to leave at 3:15.

I was too stressed that I would fall asleep for too long and not wake up in time to get my child.

I cannot abandon my daughter at school.

That would not be ideal.

So, I swept.

Then the coffee was ready.

So, I drank  said coffee . . . with chocolate raspberry creamer.

I have not made the switch to black yet.

I am not insane.

I took 4 ibuprofen.

Then I mopped.

Then I washed baseboards.

Then the Lumberjack called and said he could pick up Sweet Pea after all.

Which made me want to marry him all over again.

Then I washed the refrigerator and the stove and 40% of the microwave.

I did not, I repeat, I did not wash the toothpaste off of the couch.

The boys woke up.

The Lumberjack and Sweet Pea came home.

My head still hurt.

The Lumberjack took two children and went to get pizza and a movie.

Which made me want to marry him all over again.

Then I checked my email, and found this from Erin.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWjTnBmCHTY

It was the 8 minute ab thing on You Tube.

Free!

So, I did it.

Easy!

I'm doing it.

Erin's doing it.

Mindy's doing it.

Who else is in?

We can do it!

Next, I ate pizza.

It was, in fact, delicious.

And I am pretending it was low in points.

At this point, we watched Black Beauty and I pretended not to cry.

Then the kids went to bed.

It was, in fact, glorious.

And now, gentle readers, this tired girl, who never got her nap, is going to sign off and go to bed.

And maybe.

Just maybe . . .

I will clean up that toothpaste tomorrow.

Maybe.