So this morning I decided not to roll out of bed on time to run. I figured that since DD had a playdate this afternoon a mile away, I'd walk and that would count as my FM. So I load her and DS into our wagon (because horror of horrors, who could expect them to walk that far?
) and we're on our way. Booking it, since we left later than we should have and I forgot that my kids are HEAVY. I arrive to drop DD off at the playdate, all sweaty and gross. The other mom glanced out the window, saw no car, and seemed puzzled. 
Anyway, then I pulled DS home in the wagon. A mile, up a hill, down a hill, up and down again.....
Now I'm sitting here, eating sweet potatoes and broccoli smothered in butter and wondering if I want to do this again in another half an hour, when DD needs to be picked up. Am I a wimp for only walking (not even running!) two miles today instead of four?
I'll end up walking; it will just take some effort to talk myself into it.
I promised DD the fun of eating a snack in the wagon on the ride home, in exchange for her promise not to harass the host's mom about food. Tiny vulture. 
) and we're on our way. Booking it, since we left later than we should have and I forgot that my kids are HEAVY. I arrive to drop DD off at the playdate, all sweaty and gross. The other mom glanced out the window, saw no car, and seemed puzzled. 
Anyway, then I pulled DS home in the wagon. A mile, up a hill, down a hill, up and down again.....
Now I'm sitting here, eating sweet potatoes and broccoli smothered in butter and wondering if I want to do this again in another half an hour, when DD needs to be picked up. Am I a wimp for only walking (not even running!) two miles today instead of four?
I'll end up walking; it will just take some effort to talk myself into it.
I promised DD the fun of eating a snack in the wagon on the ride home, in exchange for her promise not to harass the host's mom about food. Tiny vulture. 






And candidate #2 is in town tomorrow, #3 comes wednesday. Everyone put your good vibes together that I will not cross paths with either. Please. It's the small things, I ask.


in your direction
that you can do that much running.
) I've had good luck with that. I have to wonder whether holding it together is wearing on you and stress is looking for ways out of your body. Please hang in and feel supported and loved.
This is such a tough economy.

Dingos
The good thing is that, even though I don't get my adult conversation time today, the dog will get a run and I think he really needs it!

. I. must. focus.
it doesn't rain and isn't too cold. Anyway, I hope he doesn't mind. The following weekend I'm sending him to Las Vegas with his three best friends as a surprise. Of course, the surprise was kind of blown by the ticket agency calling and leaving a detailed voice mail to confirm the reservation which he heard (!!!
!!!) but we never mentioned the message and I'm hoping he wasn't listening as hard as he appeared to be.
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