Leaving on a jet plane

Tomorrow, anyway. And I just know that Amanda and Sarah (fambly club friends) are going to have their babies before I get back, grumble-grumble…

I feel punchy today, so don’t mind me. Did my run this morning, and it felt more like a swim than a run, but I got through it and feel pretty good. I just mapped my usual route out on MapMyRun, and it turns out that I’m going about two miles…which made me feel good, until I realized that my warm-up and cool-down walks were included in that, so I’m not really going as far as I thought. Bummer. But, as it says on a tee-shirt that I desperately want now, “‘Slow’ is back on the couch.” I’m not slow; I’m moving!

Gabe becomes more irate at every turn about not being involved in Sam’s activities. “I’m gonna tell on you!” he hollered at me when I hauled him away from the Vacation Bible School drop-off. Mean mother that I am, I informed him that he could participate in much more if he’d just consent to using the potty, but that met with loud indignation. Potties, despite being the subject of one of his newest favorite books, are for other people to use. Not Gabe.