I'm way bee-hind

I think no matter how much I do, I never get anything done. Hannah woke us up at 5am to eat. So I fed her and decided I might as well start my day. I've been up since 5am and I'm not sure how much I've accomplished. I hope other women feel like this too! Because I feel like I'm drowning under my to-do list let's think positive and here is what I DID do...

1. organized my coupons and made out a grocery list

2. ran on the treadmill

3. 4 loads of laundry (not folded, they are still sitting in nice piles, where they will remain for an undetermined length of time.)

4. sanded cabinets and doors

5. primed cabinets and doors

6. painted wall in bedroom

7. visited Matt at school

8. grocery shopped

9. helped coach cross country

10. cooked dinner

11. took Hannah's 7 month pictures (2 days late)

12. sat on a bee while taking said pictures. Yes, I got stung on my right butt cheek. It hurts. And I have a welt (which I almost took a picture of, but I'm not sure who exactly I would share it with...)

13. took Hannah and the pups on a walk

14. now updating blog

That makes me feel better. If you only could see what was on my to-do list, though, I didn't even make a dent....

Hannah is supposed to sit in this chair nicely. She refused and then grabbed the remote and ate it.

She is not too sure what to think about sitting up. I think she was nervous about getting stung by a bee. I told her that her diaper was probably enough padding.

This is the peaceful, busy Hannah. Not the Hannah that screeches when I'm out of sight, or when she decides I need to pick her up. NOW! And I just love those socks!

Look at Hannah's boogers! They are ever present these days. More teeth coming in?

And just for the record. Let's talk about my dogs. Remember when Rocky peed on our bed? About 3 weeks ago? He has since barfed on the bed twice, peed on Hannah's curtains, and did something else, although I haven't found it yet. This morning I was in Hannah's room and Reggie came and looked at me and then ran away and the stopped and looked back at me. Like I needed to follow him. So I did. He ran into our room and jumped on the bed. He was growling and barking and pawing at something under the covers. I pull back the covers and there is Rocky, cowering and shaking. I haven't found anything yet, but I'll keep you posted.