When I went to bed last night, I had plans for the day. Grand plans. When I woke up, circumstances have dictated that my day is going to be different than I planned. Here's how it's going so far:
|Outside Run at the break of dawn.|
|Treadmill (not that I'm complaining)|
|Breakfast in Bed for the Wife and I.|
|This pretty much says it all.|
|Taking the kids for an outdoor adventure.|
|Who knew 2 kids could house so much snot?|
|Some light reading with my caffeinated friend.|
|Just picture a mucus-y 6 year old instead of a fat baby.|
.... and it's not even 11am yet.
I know that occasionally, hiccups develop on the road of life.
For some reason, today feels like full-on hurling instead.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Thank God for coffee.