Yesterday I told you about dragging-out my totally 90’s workout videos and how they were so much harder than I remembered. Granted, I was 18 the last time I did them — but still.
Thanks to all of you who have emailed me today checking to make sure I was still alive after yesterday’s workout.
Just so you know, my fingers are about the only part of my body that doesn’t hurt.
I rolled over in bed this morning, and blasts of white hot pain shot through my abs, butt, and shoulders. Holy cow that hurt! So I just laid there for a long time, wondering what the total damage on the ol’ bod was going to be once I stood up.
Let me tell you … it was not pretty my friends. I literally yelped as I went from a seated to standing position. I swear I hurt in places I have never hurt before.
Why on earth do my armpits hurt? The last time I felt pain like this was after I attended my first and only kickboxing class. How was I going to be able to get through the day like this?
Once out of bed, the pups needed to go out. Which meant I would have to descend eight steps to the back door. Eight. Steps. With each step, a small shriek escaped from my mouth … which woke the unnamed child.
“What’s wrong with the dog? Why is she making that screaming noise?” she asked.
I grounded her.
Then I stood there a long time before approaching this diabolical invention called stairs. I asked if the child could bring me a towel that I could lay on so she could drag me up. She declined.
After climbing my Everest, I hobbled over to the couch, determined not to move for the remainder of the day — I seriously considered calling Topher and having him bring home doggie diapers just so I wouldn’t have to conquer the stairs again (he had meetings or I swear I would have).
Unbelievable, but the pain intensified throughout the day. I literally drank as little fluid as possible just so I wouldn’t have to squat down to go to the bathroom (TMI … I know, but we’re all friends here).
Unfortunately, I forgot we had no groceries in the house, and the child that wishes to remain anonymous said it was child abuse making her starve to death, so I was forced to get dressed and go to the store.
Raising my arms over my head to get my shirt on simply made me want to die (just so you know, I am sleeping in this shirt).
Once we got to Target my lovely teenager appallingly turned to me and said, “People are staring at you!” I asked why. She said “You’re Frankensteining around the store. You look like Sloth off of the Goonies!”.
Wow, just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse I am being compared to a one of the most terrifyingly lovable characters from my past. And I have to admit, I took a little pride in the fact that my teen can recite the characters from that movie — and I was a little tempted to start yelling “Baby Ruth” across the store — but that circles back to that unfit parenting accusation she already threw my direction…
The topper of the day came when I felt a sneeze coming on. Oh no! This could kill me! I tried to make it go away, but alas I couldn’t. I tried to think back to directions I received after giving birth on how to protect my tummy muscles during recovery, but as I scrambled for a pillow to hold to my stomach, the sneeze struck, and I swear I lost consciousness for a few seconds.
As I’ve mentioned previously, my brother and sister-in-law are having their first baby in a month (a niece, I’m so excited!).
They brought over an antique dresser to redo for them that had apparently survived at least one well-loved life.
Their nursery is grey with pink and white bedding and decor (I will try to get some pics for you), so I painted this dresser with white paint. I had to use some primer and quite a few coats of paint since there was some pink marker on the top that kept bleeding through.
Once the entire piece was dry, Topher taped-off the stripes down the front using Frog Tape. I then painted on the pink stripes (there were are few spots where it bled under, and I had to correct it).
After it was all dry I distressed the edges of the entire piece and lightly sanded down the front to give it a more aged look. I coated it in several coats of AS clear wax.
I was super happy with the way it turned out. I think this is one of my favorite pieces so far. They intend to lay a changing pad over the top and use it for Baby B’s changing table.
Pink Striped Antique Dresser