Sunday: I Somehow did Not Blog on Friday or Saturday

SO, on Saturday, I was up at 5:45 AM to meet my running group at 6:30 for a run which ended up being a nine mile run, about which I am very proud.  We ran most of the 11.2 mile course at Percy Warner Park taking quick short cut to shave off nine mile hill and make it a shorter course.  I have been sort of wanting to do the 11.2 all summer, but as slow as I currently am, it is a huge time commitment.  You should just see me waddling up the steeper hills.  Anyway, everyone was very patient with me and even waited while I went to the bathroom and stopped at a water fountain.  At home, I made more Glowing Green Smoothie, which I stored in mason jars and ate a papaya and avocado salad for lunch that was just absolutely fabulous.  The salad is honestly just papayas and avocados and some lime juice.  I am really enjoying my detox and am moving Kimberly Snyder's book to the coveted spot on top of my desk next to my Dr. Perricone collection.  

In other news of Saturday and probably the reason that I did not blog on Friday is that Ivan refused potty training on Friday and Saturday.  He just refused.  The couch in his bedroom and the couch in the den smell COMPLETELY of urine.  There was poop on the kitchen floor.  I have no words to tell you the frustration and deep deep anger that I was forced to suppress all weekend as I cleaned various messes and even tonight when I realized that the lovely settee in Ivan's room needed to be re-febreezed.  I have tried shame, punishment, rewards, anger, all to no avail, and it seems that we are back on track to wearing a diaper to prom.

For this reason, I made the very difficult decision to stay home all week and let Ivan work out his potty training issues.  Hopefully if we center our lives around a home toilet, things will be better.  Honestly though, I have to admit that I currently have no faith in this hypothesis.  The long term forecast seems to be that I will have no choice but to ask Ivan to move outside in a couple of years, since he continues to refuse to potty train. He will become completely feral, and my life will be like Lord of the Flies.  I feel that I will become the sad Piggy character whom no one will listen to even if I am holding the conch, and Ivan will be Jack; all naked, savage and angry.  This is where potty training has taken my mind, and it is not my best angle.

Anyway, today, I was up early again to meet my swim group for morning swim at the lake.  Now, I will say that I should have A) checked the weather and B) checked our coach's facebook page where she posts a final verdict on whether or not we are having swim.  Instead, I just loaded up into the car in a tacky track suit and my red bikini and assumed the best.  As I drew nearer and nearer to the lake, however, it was evident that there was not a lot of best to assume.  The sky was increasingly black, and it was raining more and more steadily.  Of course, I was already there, and admittedly I have swum in quite a bit worse, so I lumbered into the water and began swimming with the other members of my swim class that apparently do not check the weather or read facebook posts.  I would be curious about the common sense factor of those of us gathered at the lake this morning, but I choose not to think on it right now.  I am addled by a child that will not potty train, and I cannot say that I am at the top of my game.  It  LITERALLY POURED 75% of the time that we were swimming.  It was ridiculous.  We just swam around in circles for 1.7 miles and then got out and went home like so many wet rats.  The water was not too cold and the visibility was not too bad, but that is really all I can say about my workout.

Anyway, otherwise Sunday has been a nice day, and I am hoping the best for tomorrow's potty-train-a-thon.