Monday mornings are kind of rush-rush for me since I go into work, but have to get the kids fed and to my parents first, blah blah (I know, most of you do this every day--props. I suck at this). So I was feeling pretty good about how well I was doing on time this morning. I was dressed. One kid was up eating. I had ingested half my coffee. Then I turned around and stepped in DOG VOMIT. Nothing like that realization to bring you right back down from feeling decent to feeling like eff-you Monday. Just saying.
I completely and totally forgot (or didn't feel like I had) to write a post about our sixth anniversary yesterday. But, look! I'm talking about it now. Everyone knows I'm totally in love with my husband and toot his horn all the time because he's just that awesome. I often wonder why he chose me since he's so much nicer than I--but whatever. I just thank God that he had a lapse of judgement and I made out in the deal, truth be told. Anyway--yesterday didn't really feel like much of an anniversary. We had a very normal morning. Church stuff and I taught Sunday School, even. The girls napped. Then we did get to go out for dinner (thanks to Declan's mom watching the girls), but I kind of want an entire day (or heck, an overnight) to celebrate an anniversary. So we may reschedule for next weekend? Can I do that? :)
Lucy's been sleeping through the night for the last 5-6 days. But she isn't really sleeping through the night. I mean, I usually hear her at least one time and I am finally just sucking it up and letting her cry a little. She goes back to sleep shortly and then my feet never hit the floor till morning. (Unless of course your 3 year old gets up to use the bathroom, ahem--if it's not one it's the other.) The truth is, once she hit a year I just knew it was time to be a little more rigid in the sleep department. We're all a little bit happier.
I am dyinggggg for new ink and Declan and I have plans for something special coming soon. I want it like YESTERDAY. I am getting impatient, but I also don't want to be the people who have to bring their kids to the tattoo parlor. I'm afraid I'll scar Em's eyes forever with all the posters and craziness on the walls. So we wait.
I totally mess up and move and wake up my kids nap to accommodate my gym schedule. I mean, they still always get a nap (or two), but I just realized that they're pretty go-with-the-flow and I could use that to my advantage. Plus, the only way I can really workout well is when I do a group fitness class. When I workout alone there is zero motivation, it's true.
Speaking of which, I went for my first run in a month on Saturday night. I felt awesome, and could tell I was going fast (for me)...and I had told myself that I would NOT look at my phone so I wouldn't know distance or pace, and that I'd just stop when my body told me I was done. Well that plan backfired when I just had this funny feeling something was off, I finally looked and realized it stopped calculating and paused itself at 0.06 miles in. I.was.ticked. So I basically had to calculate based on the time I started my run to when I decided to stop (I wasn't tired, more so annoyed). I'm guessing I ran about 2.5 miles, which honestly, is pretty good for having not ran in a month. Cross training helps, I'm telling you.
I hate Mondays--have I ever told you that? I live for Tuesdays. I know, that's weird.