'nother day in the life

So, because i treasure every moment (or at least try to) of my days of motherhood...I am going to document via pictures what has gone down at the 'spoti residence as of 11:32 am (to be precise). This is considered one of my more chill and relaxed days...

(ummm does doing a kick-butt workout on said relaxed and chill days create a very messed up picture? Hmm...)

This particular blog is particularly frustrating to write today because of a particular computer. Not only does my shift key keep sticking (and now the "a" key so i keep having to pound it out) but...i had to wait minutes in between uploading each picture with messages of crashing....like so:

Anyway....particular frustrations aside...good thing I have coffee and espresso beans...'cus some days you just need both.

Joshua and I read through Psalm 30 before he left....awesome. :)

I tried to have an added time of journaling with coffee and candles....nice right?

However, sir "hang-on-me" wouldn't allow it...

This text from my friend Krystal got me super excited though....girl's night out!

Then I was tempted by these purple bag skittles. Do you even KNOW how long I've been looking for some? Since over a year ago...Finally they seem to be making them again...but...I resisted. For now. I know where they hide though. That's why I am the "hide-er" ;) heh, heh.

While I was drooling over the skittles and making my decision, Israel got into my sock drawer and sock bombed the closet floor. Lovely.

While Israel napped, I made myself feel all wobbly by trying out this workout video...is it possible to feel like your butt is collapsing under you? Because I think mine is trying to...aiy yi yi!

Then my bro sent me a pic of "Big Mamma"...a pet of a friend...random and fun.

Yay! got all the pictures uploaded and on this blogpost....

.......and now, as I wrap up this blogpost...I discover...a dropped chocolate covered espresso beans that melted underneath me, all over my pants. I shall not post a picture of it...sometimes ridiculous images are just unnecessary to share with the public.

Finally...a picture that I find funny....if you don't share in the humor...well...at least it's my last pic of the day ;)

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