That pretty much sums up this past week. This puppy parenting stuff is exhausting. I’m pretty sure it destroys brain cells at a faster rate than any kind of drug out there. I’m left with no energy for running, or cleaning, or anything for that matter. My brain is like a blob of goo.
Last weekend I took my son to his long awaited soccer game (3rd game of the season) only to end up at the wrong field. Once I discovered that mistake (a mere 20 minutes later…remember, I’m a little slow) we hustled to the car to head off to the correct field. One problem…I dropped my car keys somewhere on the field. My frantic son miraculously recovered the keys and we are on our way. One other problem…I had no idea where I was going. I’m new to this soccer mom stuff and had never been to this field, let alone to the part of town where said field was located. I pulled over every 10 minutes to look at my stupid ‘smart phone’ with no luck. I even asked Siri but of course she couldn’t understand me. Long story short, my son never played in the 3rd game of the season because we never made it to the field and I blame it on the puppy.
On a happier note, I did manage to get my 10 mile run in today! My goal was to finish in under 2 hours which I did…barely (1:58). I’m pretty excited about that because I nearly talked myself out of it….soooooo close to not doing it. With my first half marathon 2 weeks away, this was not the time to blow off a run.
As usual, at the end of the run I was glad that I did it but I’m pretty sore right now. Weird things hurt…second toe on left foot, right ankle, left knee and both arms. Why my arms? I have no idea. Maybe I was swinging those guys with way too much enthusiasm. Maybe I was trying to take flight.
When I returned from my run at 10:00 am, I enjoyed a piece of pizza and a cup of coffee. Breakfast of champions. After that, I took an Advil then took a much deserved nap. I love naps. I was invigorated when I woke up so I used that newfound energy to do something fancy with my hair. I was going for this look:
But got this look instead:
I couldn’t pull this look off as well as I could when I was 12 years old. I stopped fussing with my hair and put that energy toward something more productive…Making wine!!!
I’m not sure if I mentioned that I love wine so if not, let me say it, “I love wine.” Today was a great day because it was CRUSH TIME! We make our own wine each year and it’s a fun family affair. We pick the grapes from our vines, de-stem and crush them old school style (by hand) then my husband does some scientific-like stuff and we watch the grape juice turn to wine! It will take awhile (a couple of years) until we can drink it but cracking open a bottle of homemade wine with friends and family is always worth the wait.
Lesson here – Stupidity and soreness will come and go, but happiness will last forever as long as you’ve got some good wine handy.