Tuesday: RUN

So last night I might have had a bit of difficulty falling asleep, and then started a deep and prolonged crossword puzzle affair.  I achieved the first puzzle in 10 minutes, but the second puzzle was fruit themed.  FRUIT THEMED, and there are clearly some fruits with which I am not familiar.  IT WAS MADDENING, and I could not let it go.  When my alarm ascended at 5:20 AM, I simply rolled over and turned it off.  I do not actually remember turning it off, but I am assuming that is why I was still in bed at 7ish.

Though it would have been nice to accomplish track practice before getting my day started, I was able to be the model of domesticity.  All dishes were clean, beds made and all laundry folded and put away before getting Ivan to nursery school on-time and being almost on time to Bible study.  We are currently studying "the role of women" and it was a good day for me to do this, because I felt pretty confident about my role as woman extraoridinairre: well-rested, laundry put away, punctual, and everyone properly fed and dressed appropriately.  It rarely happens and I usually stumble into Bible study ready to bite a nail in two, which seems to be the incorrect sentiment for such a gathering.

Anyway, small group was particularly nice today, because Sabrina (the great!!!) made homemade cinnamon rolls.  She actually made the dough herself, and I was amazed. I limited myself to one, which also rarely happens.  I am usually the cookie monster of Bible study snacks.  I come in after a scanty and stressful breakfast, following a track workout, and I just unhinge my jaw.

After Bible study, I made it home for a quick 5 mile run in our neighborhood, which is about what would have happened in track practice this morning.  I was able to survey the storm damage in our neighborhood.  It was rather sizable tree-wise, but there were no homes damaged.

Post run, I headed over to nursery school and then toted Ivan off to swim, where I was actually a little apprehensive as we walked in the door.  The last time we swam with Kennette (the great!!), a little girl threw up on the side of the pool deck for what seemed like a half hour in slow motion.  From what I could tell, the entire contents of her stomach were Nabisco Goldfish.  Being rather stomach uneasy myself these days, I did my very best to quell my strong desire to join her in hurling, and as I did, Ivan, who was also watching, immediately began vomiting into the pool the entire contents of his stomach.  It was awful, and I feel sick to my stomach even telling you about it.

There is nothing like swimming lessons to induce a cacauphony of childhood vomiting, and today, though I had a couple of scares, Ivan held in his snacks and never vomited.  He did, however, swim the length of the pool, learn to use his hands to propel himself in the water, and overall had a very successful day at the pool.

At home, I read the first chapter of Rob Lowe's new book, which does not sound like anything that I will finish reading. AND, should a man be on the cover of Vanity Fair, shirtless and smirky at 47?  There is something about it that bugged me.  It could be my overwhelming tiredness, but I think it was the smirky-ness.

Swim tomorrow!!