Wednesday: Swim, Gilad, NEVER let me cut your hair and I am kind of loving Walmart

This morning, Ivan and I got to swim on time.  I was pretty proud of us, though the for getting to swim on time, I did not actually get in the amount of yardage that I like to accomplish.  The workout involved a copious amount of IM and half of it was without fins, which meant that it took longer and we just did not get in the yardage.  But, I did get in 2900 meters, and that is always reasonable.  Workout as follows:

• 200 swim 
• 400 kick
• 4 x 75 kick/ drill/ swim
• 400 pull
• 8 x 25 IM 
• 4 x 50 IM no fins
• 2 x 100 IM no fins
• 200 swim
• 400 pull
• 400 kick cool down

In other news, as someone who once cut thick bangs with her knitting scissors on an overseas flight, I was not completely surprised today when I was overcome with a burning desire to trim Ivan's hair.  In my defense, Ivan's hair has been way too long and I have been needing to schedule a haircut for him for a while.  

Today, I made one effort to make Ivan a hair appointment, and I am not sure if I thought that someone should teleport to my house with a nice pair of shear within 30 seconds, but that is about all the time I allowed.  I set Ivan up on the counter, gave him a lollypop ("peepop"), and commenced hacking at his hair with kitchen scissors, and it was honestly such a pitiful disaster that I could not bring myself to photograph it.  He looked both homeless and ill-used, and I felt just as ridiculous as the time I gave myself bangs in an airplane bathroom.  

Anyway, I loaded Ivan and I up into the car so quickly you would have thought the house was on fire.  I toted him off to an insta-clip place, and put him in the hands of someone with a decent pair of scissors.  Insta-clip places always concern me, but I have to say that Polly did a lovely job of making my child look presentable. 

 I will also say that his little man hair cut makes it look as if he might put on a suit and pick up a briefcase and head to the office tomorrow.  It makes me quite sad, and it is completely my fault.

In other news, the Cool Springs Walmart is growing on me.  Unlike the Publix, I can get my ghetto toenails there and I can get Ivan's special shampoo.  They have some organics and the array of cereals that they carry is truly astounding.  Also, it leaves me with more cash to hoard away in my knee boot/ leather couch fund.  So, for this reason I am becoming a fan.  I went tonight at 6:45 sans Ivan and it was a ghost town.  Very few people and enough inventory to feed Haiti for three years.  It was pretty thrilling.  

Finally, I got in a Gilad workout, and it has been a nice day.