Thursday, April 14, 2011

I'm assuming half a mom is better than no mom at all

Thursday: Bike 28 miles, run 6 miles

The training is ramping up to a new level. Know how I can tell? Do you remember the last time it did, and I found myself constantly forgetting where my keys were and trying to store spinach in the silverware drawer? Well, now I'm doing stuff like that again, plus some stuff that's worse:
  • I no longer get up in the morning with the rest of the family.
  • I fall asleep at my desk.
  • I stand up and then immediately fall back down again.
This morning I actually did make it out of bed before my husband left for school with the kids, and so I rode along in the car with them (because that's quality time right there, is what that is). Only when we arrived at the elementary school did I realize I had forgotten the annual "Memories for Moms" event, where all the loving, on-the-ball mothers bring their children to school early and have an (apparently memory-generating) muffin or donut with them. My son was all, "Quick, Mom, come in with me and we can still do it!" I weighed the feasibility of this:
  • I had not put in my contacts. That's OK. My glasses look cool, even if they don't actually allow me to see all that well.
  • I had not combed my hair. No biggie, it doesn't look that much better when it's combed.
  • I was wearing pajama pants and a stained T-shirt. Might be do-able. I really love my kid, and I could probably leave my coat on to cover the stain.
  • I had left the house with bare feet.
Looks like I owe somebody a donut.


  1. I think I would have gone, M wouldn't have cared. I have customers come in here in pajamas, robe, slippers. Why should I care.

  2. Geez, that's pretty much living the dream of showing up at school in your pajamas, isn't it? I think I'm glad Memories For Moms has not taken hold here.

  3. Oh, Barb, I care. I admit I care less than most, but enough not to walk barefoot into an elementary school 5 minutes after rolling out of bed.

    By the way, I took him to the supermarket to pick out some donuts, got up to the cash register, and NO WALLET. We went back to the car, found $2.37 in loose change, and presented it triumphantly to the cashier in exchange for our damn donuts. Now THAT'S a memory.

  4. I went to the bus stop recently with no shoes. :) But anyhow, hang in there. It's good you see the trend and don't think you are going insane this time. Get more sleep and think about how strong you are getting!!!

  5. You're right Julie, hunting down the $$$ needed to buy the special donuts is a very special memory. :D