There are good days and there are not so good days. There are not so good days and there are days that are plain bad. There are some days that are good, not so good, and down right bad all at the same time. Today is one of those days.
I woke up to my son yelling in my ear that there were yuckies in his bed. What?! I dragged myself out of bed because I stayed up way past my bedtime last night – I took small steps toward what felt like a long hallway[it's not] and I smelled it. UGH. Throw up.
I will never understand how Miles can throw up in the middle of the night, not cry and then sleep in it. My only guess is that he feels so bad he can not even muster up a cry. I don’t really know but it’s a gross way to wake up.
Saturdays are normally long run days, but hubby has been out of town for a couple of days, so it was just me and the kids. I tried to convince them to go running but they did not want to go. I did not push it because I already semi felt like a bad mom that I was taking a sick kid running. I told myself it was okay because the fresh air would be good for him.
There was a giant yard sale in my town this morning that we all LOVE. I wanted to go/didn’t want to go. It has been raining for a couple of days so I knew it would be a muddy mess. The kids wanted to go.
I picked up my childhood best friend, who recently moved a mile away from me. [She did not know where I lived, so this was not on purpose] We headed to the sale. I smelled it. Throw up again and again and again and again. I turned the car right around to take Miles home. The car was disgusting, the car seat a mess – I did not even want to touch him.
After getting him cleaned up and knowing there was nothing left in his little stomach, I asked him if he wanted to sleep and rest at home or go to the yard sale. He said yard sale. So we went. It was a good day because I really enjoy hanging out with my best friend. We are getting to know each other again after years of being semi out of touch with only occasional phone calls.
I smelled it. Baby C. Honestly there is only so much poop and throw up a person wants to clean up before they loose their mind. It was disgusting. When I got home, his clothes went straight into a bag – he went straight into the bath.
The yard sale was a bust other than this awesome vintage frame I bought for $1. I’ll be showing you what I plan on using it for later this week. This Mama Makes Stuff, one of my teammates from Hood To Coast, has inspired me to get back to my crafting roots. Maybe I should just say it was a bust for my kids – No My Little Pony, no Spiderman.
I feel blah.
I had a crappy 4 mile treadmill run yesterday because it was pouring rain all day. I could barely muster anything below a 9 min pace. Today I did not run. I went to put on my favorite boyfriend jeans that *hello are supposed to be baggy* because they are boyfriend jeans, and they felt tight.[JCrew how I love thee....vintage & slim? YES please] So tight I had to take them off.
I’ve gained weight. I realize that this seems ridiculous to most of you. I mean what’s a few pounds here and there – I’ll eventually loose it. If you have ever been overweight though you know that a few pounds scare you, they make you think something catastrophic is about to happen. You think that this is the beginning of the end, that you are slipping back into your old body. You don’t want the old body. You like the new body. You want the new body.
I know I’m fitter than ever, even though my mind is telling me I’m not. I know I’m not overweight, even though my mind is telling me I am.
Today is one of those days that is getting me down. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s long run! I have company for the the entire run, for the first time in a long time. I can’t wait to sweat out what’s getting me down and I’m looking forward to hubby coming home today so I have someone else other than my best friend to help me with the poop and throw up.