As my first act in the year of our Lord two thousand and seven, I managed to take a breath or two. Well, I may have blinked first. Let's call it a draw and move on. After doing a great deal of nothing other than thinking and doing a spot of reading, I decided to call it a night around a quarter til two this morning. Imagine my ire (yes, I considered bashing my head against the wall) when my eyeballs popped open around four this morning, refusing to shut, yet not quite managing to take in the world. Being the stubborn chit I am, I decided that if I just snuggled beneath my blankets, I'd drift back into a peaceful slumber. My supposition was incorrect. I slammed my lids shut only to find that those treasonous bits of flesh had very different ideas about closing up shop. The thundering sound of my lashes slapping against my cheeks apparently informed my nephew that it was time to wake up and play; loudly and more than a bit animatedly, mind you. Dragging my body from the warm cocoon of my bed, I found myself catching a toddler as he hurtled, full speed, into my unprepared arms. Peals of childish glee erupted from this tiny bundle of energy using my body as something that must be climbed and conquered. In any event, I ended up running around, alternately chasing and being chased, until roughly eight thirty this morning. I figured I wasn't going to get any sleep so I popped in my Turbo Jam dvd for a fabulous hour of cardio. Meant to get around to doing my strength training, but I became rather lazy. I've decided to do my strength training during Caden's nap.
