Today...

Logan requested "cakes" for breakfast. So that's what I made, pancakes :)

I loaded the dishwasher and started it.

I took Logan to the theater to see Charlotte's Web- the one with real people. Logan would have preferred the cartoon version. We should have seen Planet 51. Oh well, we made it through.

I put Logan down for a much needed nap.

I emptied the dishwasher.

I filled the dishwasher again and ran it again.

All dirty dishes are now clean. Mmm, feels good.

I vacuumed. The whole bloody house. Yuck is the only word to describe what was on my floors. it makes my skin crawl.

I cleaned our bathroom and Laura's bathroom. Again, yuck.

I mopped said yucky floors. Rinsing and re-dunking 1 million times. I like clean floors. At this point, I could guarantee that my floors are clean enough to eat off of.

I am sitting on my bum. A well deserved break.

I am sitting in silence {except for the sound machine in the next room and the clicking of the keyboard} stressing about everything ELSE that has to be done.

I need a job.

With a job {hopefully} coming, that means daycare for my only son that has never been to daycare.

I have a talk that needs to be prepared for Sunday. All I have is a page and a half of facts about me, Logan and Rob to introduce ourselves to the Ward. Great. You think that's good enough? I do. If I end early then Rob will just pick up the slack. How early is too early? I need motivation.

We need to make it to Friday with only 19 buckaroos in the account.

We have a birthday dinner at Ixtapa tonight for my Aunt. I'm excited about eating the food, just not about paying for the food.

I want Rob, Logan and my brother Garrett to be able to go to the Father/Son camp out this weekend. But with talks due Sunday, it doesn't seem very possible. Poo.

I want my throat to stop hurting. It hurts almost every night around 8ish. Stupid. I really don't want to go to the doctor just so she can tell me it will go away on it's own. Thank you, I could've used that advice before I paid you 20 bucks.

I need to get back to the gym. This stupid cold has kept me away for 2 weeks! Enough.

And it's only 2 o'clock.