Notes to self

My posts used to be so much more poetic before I got pregnant and had a child. I think I've become complacent here.

Boot camp fitness assessment this morning:
12 regular push ups, 17 modified*
19 "sit ups" - only about 3 that really count
10:44 for the mile run

Much better than I expected of myself for the push ups and the run; about what I expected for the sit ups.

Drunk posting. Only sort of.

So tired.

Boot camp. All day with B. Spent 4 hours walking around in the rain with B strapped to me. Seriously, good fun. I made a great pasta dinner. We watched three episodes of Scrubs. I've had two glasses of red wine. I am ready to pass out. It's 10 past 9 on a Friday night. My apartment is warm and Ella Fitzgerald is playing. Why do I want to move to Wales again? Thankfully the wine is dulling the panic. I don't remember there being a bookstore in Lampeter.

Time to go crawl in next to my sleepy boy and snuggle up. Life is beyond good tonight.