Ahhhhhh...

This morning started bad. Wait, I mean it started great. Dave got up at 4 AM to appease his outdoor side of himself, to which I wasn't disturbed. Easton crawls into bed with me at 6:50 to tell me sweetly and quietly, "Mom, it's time to get up." To which I do, then the nausea hit. Not quite sure why, This dizzy, vomitous feeling that didn't go away until, well, still hasn't fully. But sure feels lots better. I think it's because I ate weird yesterday. 3 granola bars for lunch and a snack and then nothing until 10 pm because I still hadn't exercised and can 't do it on a full stomach. Then at 10 pm had a bite of cold chicken and some fresh-from-the-garden super yummy broccoli. Ya, I think my blood sugar's a bit confused.

But I'm having my carpets cleaned as we speak (PS if you live nearby and need someone he's the best!), I'm sitting on the grapevine covered patio relaxing in the shade and nice breeze on a beautiful sunny day. Watching my hanging baskets sway with their cup of overflowing flowers, excpet the one that died of course. And loving it. Especially loving that the carpets will be fresh and clean and I won't feel like I'm living in the barn anymore.

Where's the boys? Oh ya, them? Dave came back early, saw my awful looking face and scooped them into the truck to go 4-wheel frolicking not to be seen until after lunch. Best father (and husband) ever. And a better than at first expected morning.