Wednesday: Double Swim and Detox and I have begun to resign myself to the fact that Ivan may wear a diaper to prom

Oh friends, I have lived the life today.  This morning I had a tasty smoothie and a spelt muffin with loads of berries for breakfast, a big cup of green tea, a bit of coffee and a big glass of iced lemon water.  Ivan and I were early to swim, and it was refreshing to roam back into the old gym after a two week absence.  Everything felt fresh, and we were both happy to be there.

Now one of the things that I am loving/hating about potty training is how hilarious it really is when I think that Ivan has mastered some level of potty training.  For instance, today when I dropped Ivan at the gym nursery, I informed both Cameron and Miss Pat that Ivan was completely pee trained.  "He will most definitely tell you when he needs to use the potty."  As soon as such arrogant words escape my lips, I can usually count on Ivan to look at me with eyes of steel and urinate a puddle through his Thomas the Train underpants.  This is exactly what happened today.  As soon as I finished my sentence, there was a puddle on the floor.  I looked ridiculous, and Ivan waved his hands in the air like he just didn't care and the thing is, he doesn't.  He does not care at all.  He refuses to respond to shame, sadness, frustration or the public embarrassment of standing in a puddle of his own urine.  It is tragi-comic or I am a terrible mother.  It is one of those things.

After cleaning up said puddle, I was a bit late to the pool deck and maybe hung out a bit too long with Dennis, today's coach, talking about my recent travels.  In the pool, I swam 2600 long lane meters or 2843 yards.  It was a good first day back, and on the way home, Ivan and I hit whole food where I picked up some Sushi and a fresh beet juice with a wheat grass shot.

At home, there were babysitter mixups and swimming lessons and a new tutoring student to get started with.  For the whole summer we are focusing on word problems and algebraic equations, which is so good for my brain.

For dinner, I had some a spelt berry muffin with almond butter, a piece of millet toast, and a huge container of mango and berries.  THEN, I hit evening swim, where I swam 2400 yards and came home to a Grab the Gold snack.  The decent food has made a big difference, and my mind is still reeling when I think that I ATE SO MANY POPTARTS in San Francisco