It's been a rough week at our house. Our mornings have not been pretty. Yesterday, I thought it was as bad as it was going to get when I managed to cut myself on the glass jar of queso dip that was knocked on to the pantry floor and took most of my time before school to clean up. Yet this morning decided to prove me wrong. There were even tears this morning, for which I blame school picture day (and myself a little). I think the fact that I've had a miserable cold all week and haven't felt great has added to our unhappy mornings. But I'm holding out hope that we can end the week on a high note. And maybe I can get in my first run of the week. When my cold moved into my chest, I knew I needed to take a few days off. Which was especially disappointing because I was actually excited to get up and run the next morning when I went to bed Sunday night. So there hasn't been running, but there has been yummy food. And I'm not (just) talking about the pumpk