It's just one of those days, I tell you.
I was up at 5:45 in an attempt to work out for the first time since a stupid cold took over my life.
Unfortunately, Lola was up at six, which meant my poor husband was up at six as well.
I struggled through my workout with a little help from the Kindle.
I did manage a shower, but Lola and I both crashed before the clock struck 9 a.m. and slept for a solid two hours.
And now, here we both sit, at 2:20 p.m. -- me in my robe, Lola unbathed and pajama clad.
And did I mention that on January 11th, my house still looks like this?
I'm shooting to get Christmas down by the time my birthday rolls around, but I think getting Lola bathed is probably the priority.