Well, I just got back from my very-early-in-the-morning run, and it wasn't so bad this time. At the begining, it was almost enjoyable. At the end, it was tough, but not unbearable. I think that's how it's supposed to be.
Yesterday, I rode my bike. It was bad. It is very hot, and the only time I can ride is at about 9 or 10 in the morning, but yesterday, I got off kilter and I got up late, got the kids to school 30 minutes tardy (not the norm for me)...had a bunch to do, anyway, I didn't ride until noon. It was REALLY bad. I ride through the lakes, and there is a lot of shade, but still it was bad. It took me 45 minutes to go 5 miles. That is extrememly slow even for me.
Ok...it's time to get the children up. I have to get them fed and brushed (hair and teeth of course) and uniformed and out of the door within 45 minutes. Now that I think about it, I don't know if I have anything "breakfasty" in the house. I might have to stop at McDonalds and get them a biscuit or something. Oh gosh...that's another story altogether. When we stop at McDonalds for breakfast, the 6 year old is frustrating. It goes like this:
Me: Olivia, here we are at McDonalds. What would you like to eat?
Olivia: Ice Cream
Me: Oh, I mean for breakfast Olivia
Olivia: Ice Cream
Me: Livy, I am at the speaker and the lady is waiting. It is BREAKFAST time at McDonalds. What would you like?
Olivia: Nuggets
Me: They don't have nuggets at this time of the morning Livy. What do you want for breakfast. (by this time, I am begining to understand why they do not allow you to abandon OLDER children at the fire stations and police stations...that law only covers a mother who drops off an infant!!!!!)
Olivia: Pancakes
Me: That's it Olivia...I've had it! You know that I do not allow you to eat pancakes (and syrup) in my car.
Me(to the lady in the speaker) A biscuit please
Olivia: (At 4,000 decibels "AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa WAAAAAAIIITTTTTTTTT...I want PANCAAAAAAKKKKKEEEESSSS!
At this point, I get my order and my son's order, and do not get Olivia anything, and she screames all the way to school.
NOTE: For those of you who think it would help to give her 2 acceptable choices and say "would you like this or that?" That doesn't work either. She still says "ice cream" and "pancakes"!!!
Well, let the fun begin! See you later,
Victoria
2 comments:
Good job on your run. Don't sweat the bike ride. You stayed with it and got it done!
LOL on the kids. Aren't they just precious! But you gotta love them, good and bad!
Ha, that's hilarious.
Almost makes me want to stay on the birth control for a few more years.
And I hear you about the heat. The humidity down in Miami is making it very difficult to do anything active outside in a timely manner.
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