Today was supposed to be a strength-training day at the gym, but considering the 8k is coming up next Saturday, and that everything has been going to crap regarding my training for it (no running yesterday since Sam’s school was out due to the cold and Eric didn’t want us to go out in the morning)…considering that, I decided to just run. I did an hour of running, going about 5.6 miles. I was in a pretty good mood following that, but now that my “runner’s high” is evaporating, I can feel myself getting grouchy again. What’s up with that? If I could just run all day long, could I avoid this crap?
Probably not the most sane solution. Better than drinking, though, eh?
Anyway, we have a friend’s birthday party this weekend, and I made the mistake of telling Gabe about it. Well, I had to, since we were gift shopping and he was already starting the “Can I Have That?” chant. Of course, he’s extremely excited about the party now, and as a result, I get to listen to his whines and fake cries every time I have to respond in the negative to “Is it time for the party yet?” 
Next time, I present shop alone, and he doesn’t hear about the party until we’re on the way there.
Ah yes, 3 is more than a little obsessive.
Still, what an adorable little man he is!
I’d love to hear more of you singing (you shared something a long time ago)
so. if you’re bored . . .