I'm making coffee. I need coffee. I have felt like a groggy mess this week. My wretched cold last week went away pretty quickly, but I was left with a lingering cough that has prohibited me from running and has had me waking up sounding like I smoke a pack a day. On Monday morning, I had to report to the Education Distract Office to do my fingerprinting and such for the jobby job. I hacked my way through the entire process, feeling much like a contagious disease. There were two other women who were there as well, and I'm SURE they appreciated my hackiness. Excuse me, coffee calls...
Aahhhhh... That's better. Slurrrp. Something interesting I've noticed, I only like fresh, fresh coffee. So, because I have two cups of coffee in the morning, I suck down the first one very quickly, so that I can get my second cup while it is still fresh-ish. Yeah, I think I've destroyed my tastebuds because of this. I burn my tongue everyday.
Today is the day we're celebrating Felix's birthday. He got up at 12:30am to remind me to make cupcakes. He was promptly marched back upstairs to his bed. We have decided to go bowling to celebrate after Greek. And probably get "clushies" (Felix-ism) from Sonic.
I got an eggshell from a boiled egg stuck under my thumbnail yesterday. It hurts worse than you think it should. I also didn't realize how often I use my thumbnail to do stuff.
We've been going to the pool everyday this week. I have a SOLID tan, except that I don't enjoy having a tan anymore. To me, it means lots of freckles and white scars that stand out on my flesh. And more wrinkles. I coat, COAT myself in 40spf sunscreen, wear my hat, sunglasses, and I'm really close to wearing long sleeves and leggings. All black, of course. (snap, snap) However, this is impractical since my three year old has decided he can swim without "cloaties" on (which he can't) and I have to catch him as he jumps in the pool over and over. I have been so surprised (and proud) of Silas and Felix this summer. In June, they were both very afraid of the water (Silas insisted on floaties and Felix insisted on the stairs), but now Silas is swimming the length of the Seminary pool without assistance (or floaties) and is eager to learn the breast stroke, how to dive, and how to float on his back. Felix has, in the last couple of days, wanted to swim without his floaties and jumps in the water with a big smile. Corin has been able to swim like a fish since he was five. He swam 40 laps in the pool with me yesterday. I do enjoy a tan on my children. They look healthy and handsome with their skin brown. They also got the trace Indian blood that Quinn carries and tan easily, without burning. Quinn and I sure do make pretty kids. Just thought I'd throw that in.
I'm hoping to start running again soon. I think (lofty, LOFTY) Andrea and I are going to start training for a 10K first and then, maybe, MAYBE a half marathon. As I've stated before, Andrea is a much better athlete than me (ha. I'm not REALLY an athlete, I just like to run occasionally) and she is encouraging me to step up what I already know. I know that since I've trained (and cun run with ease, well, slowly with ease) a 5K, I know that I just need to learn how to run longer. It IS possible, it just seems like a lot of running. Any tips from you long distance runners? We'll be training at 5am (before I go to work).
I must go and attend the pressing needs of the day... cupcakes and some kind of Bob the Builder top. And maybe wash the sheets. And the bathtubs are a little slimy. And, of course, my OCD need to wash every last piece of dirty laundry in the house. And then smell every clean piece from the dryer as I fold it. Sniifff, ah. Sniiff, ah. Sniiff, ah. Sniiff, ah. You get the picture.