So last night I mouth-breathed all night like Lutz. I slept with Neosporin in my nose because it was so raw, and if I counted correctly, I blew my nose five million and 47 times. It was officially not a great night's sleep. Just based on my miserable sinuses, I decided that Ivan and I were not going to go to swim as there is no way it could be good to submerge whatever is going on in my sinus cavity in water. So we hung out, I taught Young Sloan how to use child safety scissors which actually seems like a super foolish move in retrospect. We played with the air compressor organ that is housed in a strange corner of our den, and watched Curious George.
No matter what goes on in this house, The Man in the Yellow Hat always has it worse. Today, I watched as that terrible terrible monkey pulled every bit of wallpaper off the bathroom wall; every bit, and then lost the professor's dissertation. I figured out today that the professor is sort of The Man in the Yellow Hat's love interest, BUT he will never have a chance with her. George is the ultimate relationship ruiner.
In the afternoon, my great friend Kennette offered to come and bring her bike so that we could do a Spinervals ride together. We rode all the way through Sloan the Younger's nap. It was great and something that I should do more often. Now, I do hate the trainer, BUT it is so much fun to have a friend to chatter with while you are chained to your bike. We rode for one hour and eight minutes before Young Sloan threw himself out of the bed, bloodied his lip, bumped his head and cut his wrist.
I have to say that the day that your child learns to crawl out of the crib is a SERIOUS bummer. Young Sloan came roaming into the den with a bloody lip and a cut on his wrist like it was was no big deal. I, on the other hand, came as close to a full on panic attack as I have thus far. The entrance pretty much ended our bike ride, but I am still pretty uplifted that I was on the trainer for over an hour. If I could get in an hour on the trainer once a week or so, EVERYTHING COULD CHANGE!!!
Getting up early to run!!
Bethenny Frankel is still at the beach
8 years ago
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