I'm calling this day a scratch. I think the paint fumes really got to me last night and this morning. I just did not feel a hundred percent, much less fifty percent. I was nauseous, body achy and oh so tired.
I got up this morning thinking I'd be bright eyed and bushy tailed to finish GB's bedroom. I did about 3 or 4 strokes of painting and that was it for me. I went back to bed and called it a day. I literally just woke up.
Though I'm feeling much better after a nice hot shower and some Mickey Dee substinance(thank you hubs), I'm still calling it a day and declaring, 'I will do absolutely nothing productive today." There's always tomorrow to try it again.
I'm off to dive into Breaking Dawn. If you haven't heard from me in a day or two, you know where I'll be.