Running?

Well, about this time last year I remember having the cutest round belly ever. Well on my body anyway. Round is only cute for a belly if it is nurturing new life. That is OK with me... if mine was not so round lately! haha! Anyway. I remember thinking that I could NOT wait to go running again.

I missed it, I still miss it. It is my escape, the way I drain all the bad stuff from my brain, including PMS and whining baby and never loved enough dear sweet husband. It is the way I get it all out. I come home from a good hard run, I use this term loosely because I am S-L-O-W, and I feel refreshed and ready for what my men have to throw at me!

Anyway, fast forward a year. I have a sweet baby that has an ear infection. He has been crying a lot today. Tonight, he is SOOOO tired, but in too much pain to sleep. Poor little guy. So I ask, how does one find time to go for a run, and shower... let alone find clothes that aren't currently covered in snot? Is this my life now? Not exactly how I imagined it. I imagined me running blissfully along, now very trim, because you see I had been running since that 6 week check up (Pushaw!) and my sweet cherub is serenely taking in the view in his spiffy outfit and smart looking jogging stroller. Instead I find myself dumping a sad, whiny, miserable, snot covered, grimy, boy in my hubbies lap and sneaking off to painfully drag my still flappy, but relatively thin figure around the creek, slowly. I come back, red faced, wondering if I could make any money out of the butt jog bra I have just invented in my head during the run, and find that my husband can work miracles. You see, HE can get little one to stop whining... not me, NOOOO. He is sitting happy as can be in the front yard sitting with his father and our two dogs. At least I snuck in a run, right?