Jane Fonda, eat your heart out.

So firstly, Konks (and I) have commenced "operation milk parlor shut down". First to go is that dastardly 5am feeding. Lots of crying on both ends. She's crying, well because she wants me to feed her and I'm crying cause I am so dang exhausted (she wants to eat out of habit, not because she really needs it. Plus she is 10 months and it is high time for her to sleep through the night). This morning started with lots of poop from the bigger one and the little one, resulting in lots of soapy water for clean up. I thought I would make something magical for breakfast for my big little girl, so I whipped up some steel cut oats. Only to have her decide she didn't really feel like eating.
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Then everyone proceeds to have major meltdowns (if you can't beat em, join em... right?).
I decided right then and there to have a very productive day today. Nothing can turn around a rough start day like a glistening clean house. To also brighten my mood I decided to put on the most colorful clothing that I have. The result:

Hot pink yoga pants and teal blue shirt. I feel like all I need are leg warmers and then I could be an extra in a Jane Fonda work out video. So today I am going to clean, organize, take a deep breath and tell myself "I am trying as hard as I can."

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I did make a glorious batch of brownies yesterday. They are sitting on the counter, just begging to be eaten. Eating one wouldn't be so bad... would it? Especially if I burn the calories off with a good bathroom scrub down! MMMmmmm, brownies for breakfast....