The holidays are here and I am FINALLY getting into the Christmas spirit! While I was drunk with Christmas spirit a week or so ago, I made a status about wanting to throw a Christmas party and forgot all about it. That was until J called me at work and asked what was up with the party on Saturday. So on Saturday, J and I are throwing our first ever Christmas party. Thoughtful man he his, the first question out of his mouth was, “Do you want me to call the house cleaning service?” Uh, does a bear shit in the woods? Continue reading
This year my family decided to break from our tradition of eating at home and we went out to eat for Thanksgiving. In previous years, my mother would spend a day and a half preparing a huge Thanksgiving feast and while we all enjoyed the food, it left very little time for us to spend time together as a family. Continue reading
It looks like the Diva’s Half won’t be happening for me. The race is early Saturday morning, and my sitter canceled on me this morning.
This is the caveat of being a single parent runner. I am restricted to the deadmill to train because, I don’t have someone to watch my kids three times a week so I can get in a good outdoor run. My gym has a daycare so that is my only real child care option when it comes to running. I crave running with my local running group outside, but I don’t think that will ever happen because I have two children who are both too old for jogging strollers, but too young to keep up with me on a 3-5 mile run. Hiring a sitter just so I can run or participate in races is an extra cost I don’t want to incur. I want to hear from some other single parent runners. How are you making it work?
- Single Parent Strategies (omtimes.com)
Many of you may be wondering what happened to J, as I really don’t blog about him as much anymore. I figured today was a good time to address that. For over a year, I defended his need for what he called privacy in his relationship. This was a lot for me to swallow, even when he referred to me as his “homegirl” or “the homie” when introducing me.
I took this too, as a part of his need for privacy. But there is a fine line between privacy and hiding. After uncovering lies by omission every couple of months, it became painfully clear that J wasn’t being private about our relationship, he was hiding it. I defended this for so long because I didn’t want to admit to myself that I had made the SAME mistake again. I was dating a man that loved me in the dark, but not in the light. The final straw is when I heard the actual truth of what happened and who was called when he had an emergency this past winter. I don’t have to tell you who, if you read this blog you already know (here’s a hint: Wedding). You know when I found about his emergency? Three days later. And during that three days NO ONE said anything to me. Why? Because to his friends I wasn’t his girl. I was his “homie.” So, I sit here a little embarrassed, because I really thought I knew better, but I didn’t. That being said, I don’t harbor any ill will, I just know that the next time around, I will pay closer attention.
Three more days until closing and I am pumped!!! My walk through is scheduled for the 29th, and the next day is closing time. I honestly did not think I was going to make it to this week.
I ran a 5k this morning before work, and I feel like a bag of money. My intention was to only run 2 miles, but when I got to two, I felt so damn good that I wanted to go to three. I would have gone to four, but I love my job and I was already on the cusp of being late.
Thank God for GPS. Yesterday, I accidently got on at 495 NORTH, and the next thing I know, my ass was at Dulles Airport. Let’s note that Dulles is nowhere near my house and I learned that taking the free Dulles toll road and turning around at the airport will get your ass a ticket. It took me an extra 45 minutes to get home, but I did discover that if I never need to catch a flight and I have leave from my job, it’s not that far to the airport. The more you know….
It’s really happening. Miss Page is buying a home. I really expected this time to be spent on Pintrest and DIY sites, but instead I am pulling all my hair out. The bank accepted my offer (it’s a foreclosure) and now I am waiting on the appraisal. First and foremost, under my sisters advice, I have decided to hire my own appraiser (because I don’t have enough to do) and either way it goes, I’m out $500. Then my agent calls and says to bring another $500 in earnest money. A grand in a day and I’m over here weeping because I know this isn’t the end. As if that wasn’t enough, financial aid is playing reindeer games. I just love the random-hold up your aid game. Lets not forget….I’m also training for the Divas Half. My plate is too full, but I cannot eliminate any of these things from my plate. I know I wave my strong single mama flag all the time but let me take off my cool for a minute. When I got home today, for a minute I wished I had some arms to lay in and bounce ideas off of. Instead, I got a three year old demanding to eat raw oatmeal. This next month I know I will only get by with prayer and patience. Now I’m going to close these eyes and when I wake up, I’ll be here to fight another day.
I must be getting old, because this pollen business is knocking me on my ass every single day. Monday night I could not function at all. I came home, took out my contacts and just lay prostrate on my bed begging the swelling of my eyes and the running of my nose to subside. Claritin and a rainstorm later I am feeling a lot better.
Everyone is pregnant. No really. Everyone. Yesterday J’s brother had the distinction of listening to his baby’s heartbeat for the very first time. Let’s all say a collective, “Awwwwwwww.” Gosh I remember how much I loved to hear that sound. The girl was really slow and The Boy sounded like a freight train. Our conversation this morning made me miss those pregnant moments. I know I complain about feeling like shit during both of my pregnancies amid swollen ankles, being pregnant in my neck and arms, and feeling like I was on a boat 24 hours a day, but I remember that both of my pregnancies were special in their own way. This made me think: “Do I want more kids?” At first my answer is, “Hell No….I like taking a nap on Saturday while watching copious amounts of documentaries and drinking HOT coffee!” But there is a part of me that wants to give the whole, “Marriage and baby” thing another try, but biology will be my biggest hindrance. I am 32 and I am not even close to being married and my son is not down with being a big brother to anything. I don’t see myself really getting married again until after I hit 35 and then I want two years to enjoy my husband so that gives me around 37/38 to began gestating (lol). Then we have to account for the fact I have uno tubo fallopian (ruptured ectopic in 2005) this may not all happen until I am 40. Sheesh. I read somewhere a few weeks back before Kim Kardashian got pregnant, she was going to put a few of her eggs on ice. Slap me, but Kimmy K gave me an idea……I may just look into freezing my little eggos until the right time.
Training for my first half marathon is just……falling flat. I did not get up early enough for what was supposed to be my long run, and I was only able to do 3.7. This weekend I am going to make it a point to get up early enough so I can do a solid 6. The other problem I am facing is pulling back my pace. On my Saturday run, I kept a 9:50 per mile pace. I was able to maintain, but isn’t that too fast for a half? I just don’t want to fizzle out, so I am going to concentrate on slowing down and waking up in the morning so I can do the whole run.
One thing I did realize this Saturday is I need to invest in a sports bra. I am not particularly heavy chested, but I noticed my thin bra strap chafed the hell out of my right shoulder. Maybe I should add bodyglide to that list as well.
I am happy to have made if through half of the week, as this has been an emotionally and mentally tough week for me (put a pin in that) and I am just happy that God did not allow me to collapse under the stress.
- A Mom Shares: Why I Hated Being Pregnant (thebump.com)
- Dear Kim Kardashian: You Are Neglecting The Best Perk Of Pregnancy – Your Boobs (thegloss.com)
After an awesome weekend, cheering my sister on in the Nike Women’s Half Marathon, today is a rainy Monday. Here are some things on the mind of Miss Page: Continue reading