Today, I woke up with the aftereffects of some serious second birthday partying. Setting up a birthday party and chasing a two year old all day after a 21 mile run is Herculean. At one point, I was at a dead sprint up our gravel driveway in boots to catch Ivan before he made a suicide plunge into the street. All that to excuse my absence from church. I slept a bit later and sat about like a sedated zombie drinking tea while my husband watched Formula One racing.
Normally, I can't stay in the same room as those awful screaming tires, British commentators and scantily clad flag girls, but this morning I didn't even notice.
After breakfast and Ivan's nap, he and I went to the drugstore where I had my first Cadbury Egg of the Easter season. It was a much deserved reward after yesterday and I really really enjoyed it.
We then headed to the mall so that he could play in the germ pit. Aaaaahhhh, the germ pit. It is such a terrible terrible place, full of screaming barefoot children and 20 different parents with 20 different parenting styles. It really is a recipe for disaster. Everyone yelling; kids all tripping over each other. Ivan fought his way up and down the slide about 20 times before he went to get a cookie and sit on the John Deere lawnmower upstairs. We called it a day and headed home.
Swim tomorrow!!!
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