I had just started to feel like a runner again when my husband went back on the road. He just finished one week in Sweden and now he has one more week in Philly. I hate to make excuses but it is really difficult to run when he isn't here. Plus, I still have one flat tire on my jogging stroller. I did have two flat tires but I went to Wal-Mart for a couple of inner tubes, one self repairing expensive tube and one cheapy Bell tube. I only got the expensive tube because there was only one Bell tube left. When I got home Brad was a little peeved that I had forked over a whopping four extra dollars. Well guess what? That piece of shit cheap tube was flat two days later. So I went back to two different Wal-Marts and one Target to find more of those good tubes, but nobody had them. BUT before Brad left I had a couple of really great runs. One of them was with the Frisco Running Club. It was 3 miles at about 11 min/mile which is a lot slower than I once was, but great progress for me right now. I was even pushing the puke barrier toward to the end!
Oliver is getting bigger and sleeping pretty well at night. He's at the "I can get him to smile very randomly and only for about 2 minutes" phase.
So the kids were a huge hand full and then at the restaurant he drops a bomb on me that he's bringing his girlfriend's parents over to my house that Friday! What, what?! He's telling me this and all I'm seeing are the these two demon children and a house that at that moment was in complete shambles. It was overwhelming.
THEN after we finally get home, the boys and I took a nice long nap. When I woke up, I walked into the living room in my underwear (It's MY house! I'll do what I damn well please!) and to my surprise two of the neighbor kids are sitting with my daughter playing MY collectible Monopoly game! They had also helped themselves to sandwiches in the kitchen.
That's when the kids became officially grounded. No cartoons, no friends, nothing at all for one week that might be considered remotely fun. And dinner? Dinner is exactly what I make without regard to their tastes. If they don't want it, they can go ahead and go to bed. No one has to eat what I make, but they don't get anything else. And that has continued past the grounding period. I love not worrying about pleasing them. Awe, food freedom.
All was well until about mid week when they started acting up again. Twice, I found the jar of peanut butter out on the counter, lid off, and a spoon stuck in it. And that is when I pulled a knife from the magnetic knife rack behind the stove and stuck it straight into that hot air balloon beach ball. This got their attention. It also felt really good for me. Kind of therapeutic really. I wasn't just over peanut butter though. My daughter waited until I was feeding the baby to jack the gummy vitamins and take them to her room. I'm getting mad right now thinking about that one.
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Sorry for this super long post. I usually pride my blog on being a very quick and easy read. I promise I won't it a habit!