Sunday: SWIM

In keeping with being back on my game, I was up and at 'em this morning at 5:15 AM.  I packed a healthy breakfast of fresh berries, a grab the gold bar, an iced lime water and a huge green tea. Everything went off without a hitch until my child crawled out of his bed like Cindy Lou Hoo and wanted to know where I was going, and was I going "simming" without him.  For whatever reason, it has become my child's habit to wake up at ghastly hours of the morning and ask guilt inducing questions.  He has been doing it since we arrived home from California, in the same way that I have been falling asleep where ever I am sitting at about 2:00 PM each day.  I think we may be jet lagged.


Anyway, I had no choice but to explain to Ivan that I would come home after swim and I would be back and Daddy was here to stay with him and I would get him some milk in a sippy cup and he needed to get back in bed and blah blah blah.  Iregardless of this delay in my morning, I was at the lake in time to do a warm up lap before the main swim.  I had a really nice swim, but I had to come to terms with the fact that my compromised state made it impossible for me to swim at my regular pace.  I looked over to notice my regular swim partner, John Maple, breaststroking beside me.  When I popped up to ask him what he thought he was doing, he said, "waiting on you".  JOHN MAPLE!!!!  Aaaah the sadness of my slowness.   I will have to find a new open-water swim partner so John Maple can continue at his speed.

At home, Ivan never went back to bed and he was a walking tantrum throwing zombie.  I have honestly never seen him behave so horribly and cry so often.  I was fully dressed for church and Ivan was partially dressed when I finally gave up, zipped Ivan into his crib, and let him cry it out.  He slept for almost four hours and I fell asleep on the couch.

At least I got my swim in.  Swim tomorrow!!

Also, I might have eaten two cup of gold bars this morning!!