Kloe and I are at home again today, missing school and work respectively. I almost sent her this morning, but she just looked too pitiful. She was way more believably sick before she started talking and explaining her symptoms. "Mommy, I feel ok when I lay down but when my feet touch the floor *insert delicate and fragile cough here*, my tummy gets sick and my throat hurts." Um, okay. We won't tell the school you just said that, little girl. It messes with our credibility.
So, now we are sitting on the couch watching "Cats and Dogs", while eating pickles and clam chowder. If we weren't sick before, I'm sure we can get ourselves there with our food choices.
Since I'm at home today, I've been doing a little housework (very little), a little laundry (even little-er), and working on my painting stuff (just a tad) and reading. I was a little more ambitious yesterday when I got home from work (Derrick stayed home with the girl yesterday). The sun was shining out there so I went for a run. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I regularly get passed by other runners and bikers. It always scares me- I can't hear them coming from behind (music in ma ears) so the first inkling that anyone is even there is when I catch them in my peripheral vision. Then I'm always a bit embarrassed about being passed. Really, if I knew that someone was coming up from behind I would at least try to give them a run for their money. I am a *very* slow loper. The only time I feel like I should maybe try to do some speed work is the moment when I get passed by a non-slow runner. The worst time was last summer when I was passed by a woman pushing a stroller. But honestly, if that embarrassing experience didn't make me try to run faster, I don't know that anything will (maybe a ruthless trainer?). I'm just happy that I'm out there at all- it doesn't matter to me if I am the slowest runner I know.
The weekend is almost here, and I'm glad for it. Hopefully we will all get rested up and come Monday morning everyone will feel good again.
So, now we are sitting on the couch watching "Cats and Dogs", while eating pickles and clam chowder. If we weren't sick before, I'm sure we can get ourselves there with our food choices.
Since I'm at home today, I've been doing a little housework (very little), a little laundry (even little-er), and working on my painting stuff (just a tad) and reading. I was a little more ambitious yesterday when I got home from work (Derrick stayed home with the girl yesterday). The sun was shining out there so I went for a run. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I regularly get passed by other runners and bikers. It always scares me- I can't hear them coming from behind (music in ma ears) so the first inkling that anyone is even there is when I catch them in my peripheral vision. Then I'm always a bit embarrassed about being passed. Really, if I knew that someone was coming up from behind I would at least try to give them a run for their money. I am a *very* slow loper. The only time I feel like I should maybe try to do some speed work is the moment when I get passed by a non-slow runner. The worst time was last summer when I was passed by a woman pushing a stroller. But honestly, if that embarrassing experience didn't make me try to run faster, I don't know that anything will (maybe a ruthless trainer?). I'm just happy that I'm out there at all- it doesn't matter to me if I am the slowest runner I know.
The weekend is almost here, and I'm glad for it. Hopefully we will all get rested up and come Monday morning everyone will feel good again.
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