Have you seen my spring?


There’s something wrong when you have to tell your 4 year old that no, she can’t go outside at the end of March in Georgia because it’s too cold and raining (again). Sorry honey, you’d need to bundle up to go out and play, I know it’s almost Easter and all the trees are blooming but I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t feel so bad for not having finished my quilts because I won’t be sitting under them, sweating, when I bind them because it’s so damn cold around here. I doth protest!!
I feel like this never-ending, drab and wet winter (hallo, it’s spring!!) is never going to end and it’s impacting not just who gets to play outside but the spring in my step. It’s depressing. It’s time to move on.
We have had a bit of sunshine though and you can bet my kids have worked on soaking it up while I’ve just been sewing away. I finished 4 Easter/bubble dresses last week while Courtney gardened. In her pajamas. And her vest. I love this kid.
Courtney insisted on posing with the dresses I made while I was photographing them. It was a little odd because normally, she HATES when I take her picture. Maybe we’re turning a corner on photographs but probably not the fake smile…
And Courtney is clearly channeling her inner-Rasta and may be telling us it’s time for a trip to the beach…
It’s a good thing that I have my own little sunshine(s) to keep me happy and warm because Mother Nature certainly isn’t helping me out.

Back at the 1/2


Back in December I decided it was time to run another 1/2 marathon. I think enough time had passed since my first in April and I was ready for a challenge. I hadn’t really done any long runs, maybe 2-3 runs a week, if I was lucky. But I missed consistent running and was ready for a new goal. Bring on the Publix Georgia Marathon & Half Marathon!
This run had a training group option that you could sign up for and I am SO glad I went that route. We met every Saturday for 14 weeks and ran in a pretty hilly area of town. I didn’t make every training run, but most of them, and I REALLY enjoyed having a supported run every Saturday morning and someone to run with. The hills were KEY to my success for the 1/2 as everyone said it was a pretty hilly route. Another thing that I really liked about the schedule was that it wasn’t crazy hard – 3 short runs during the week, a long run on Saturday’s and a cross training on Sunday (which I almost NEVER did). 
Fast forward to the race and I felt great going into it. I actually felt HUGELY anxious, like throw-up anxious, which is pretty lame because it’s not like I’m a contender. I slept TERRIBLY Saturday night – couldn’t sleep and woke up every hour. Literally. 12:42, 1:42, 2:42, 3:42 and at that point I just called it a day and got up. I’m sort of glad that I was up so early as it gave me time to get down there and work through some things. Cough cough.
The race started before the sun was up but the day promised to hold perfect running weather. The temp was in the upper-50′s and there was little breeze. It was actually almost too warm as all the training we’d been doing was in the 30′s-40′s and I wasn’t really sure what to wear. I had to stop at mile 2 and take off the shirt UNDER my short sleeved shirt, which turned out to be complicated. Apparently, I’d safety pinned the 2 shirts together and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t pull the shirt off. The good news with my wardrobe malfunction and the longer stop was that by the time I was done, the 2:15 pace group had caught up to me and I was able to run with them. I was hoping to run a 2:10 but thought that was a wee-bit optimistic. Anyway, I felt really good. It seemed like we hit mile 5 then 6 then 7 then 8 and so on with no issue. I kept thinking to myself, “really, that was a mile?” which means I must have trained well. I felt like that until we hit mile 10.5/11 and then I thought, “holy sh*t, is this over yet?” There was a mean uphill around 11.5 miles and I could have used a serious chair lift to get me to the top but I made it. The sad thing about that was by the time I hit Marietta Street, the last street taking us into Centennial Park, I didn’t have much left. And the helpful signs telling me 1/2 mile and 1/4 mile to the finish didn’t give me that oomph I needed to sprint to the finish as I really just didn’t have it
BUT, I finished with an official time of 2:16:37, which I’m calling 2:14 as it took me at LEAST 2 minutes with my damn wardrobe malfunction. And when I stopped my Garmin at the end, apparently I didn’t actually hit the stop button so I’m not sure what my time was. Oh well. I’m pleased with a 2:14 and really had a great time.
Can’t wait for the next one!!

Family time


Courtney’s realized that “let’s have family time” will get her almost anything and we had a ton of family time this weekend. It was really nice. We had a great weekend with hints of spring. It was great, if you can get past the head cold that never ends. I’d write more but my head is still full of crap and I’m pretty sure I have a sinus infection. 
Sending the kids to lockup. Courtney actually looks guilty.
Not sure how or when he got big enough to climb that high.
The spring in the air meant there was some time spent outside. The kids were dying to get a little wet in the hose, who were we to say no? Of course, they were freezing when they were done but it was so fun to watch them!

Why do my posts need titles? I’m too tired for that.


For reasons I can’t begin to comprehend, there’s no school today. It’s a teacher work day, I think, in our county and so our school is closed. Because of course. But as I write this, Courtney is lying on the kitchen floor by the heater and Patrick is still sleeping. I think he’s got a “thing,” he was barking like a seal for a few minutes this morning but then went back to sleep. I guess it’s good there’s no school and we don’t have to rush out the door.
Our week was pretty good, if you can consider using an entire box of tissues on yourself and blowing your nose raw “good.” My beautiful children shared their snot and germs with me and now I’m sick with a crazy runny nose and a 200 pound head. I’m actually feeling better but will be happy when this is gone and I can breathe again. The weather is improving and there’s a hint of spring in the air. I went to that orange, large home improvement store yesterday and they had tons of spring plants, including fruits and veggies for the garden. I think they’re a little optimistic but the signs are all there.
My half marathon training is coming to an end. My run is on St Patrick’s day so one taper run this weekend, some short runs next week and then we’re done! I’m looking forward to the run and it being over. I’m ready to mix up my exercise routine, try and do some crossfit, and also not spend all of my Saturday mornings somewhere else. Of course I’ll keep running but it’ll be nice to have a bit of a break. I was hoping to run the half in 2:10, which would be 12 minutes off of last years 1/2 but I don’t think that’ll happen. I’m going to run with the 2:15 pace group but my legs have been killing me. I need to do some serious foam rolling over the next week. 
I don’t feel like my week was overly productive, thanks to the runny nose but I can’t complain. My little people kept me happy, when they weren’t driving me nuts, and for that I’m truly grateful.

Courtney in her Easter Dress

Momma do it

Maybe it’s the season, the weather (rain), the fact that it’s grey and gross. Or maybe it’s the fact that my best friend is moving to Texas and I’m sad about that. Or maybe it’s the kids and their complete inability to listen to me. The fact that I have to repeat myself over and over and over. The fact that I say someone’s name and they just run away. Maybe it’s the constant, never-ending need to say, “Eat your spaghetti-chicken-rice-cereal-fill-in-the-blank” over and over and over every single day. Maybe it’s the fact that my head is FULL of snot, my nose is like a faucet and I generally feel like shit. Maybe it’s the fact that Paul and I are not connecting, we’re living like ships in the night and I don’t know how to get the connection back. Or maybe it’s everything. Maybe you take all of that and I end up feeling alone. Take it all though, and I’m in a funk. I’m sad. I’m a terrible mom and I’m taking out my life on Courtney. 
Things just kind of suck.
Every night for the past 4 years, Paul has put someone to bed. Always Courtney, then usually Courtney while I put Patrick to bed, and then Patrick while I put Courtney to bed. But always someone. Well, of late, every single night someone (Patrick) starts off with, “Momma do it.” Momma put me to bed. Momma change my diaper. Momma pick up my spoon. And while that is cute it’s getting old, it’s the sobbing and hysterics and irrational behavior after that’s the disaster. Last night I didn’t even go upstairs and things went much better. But it’s getting old and I have to imagine that it’s hurtful to Paul. And it’s not just Patrick that does it, Paul does it too. But the more it goes on, the longer it lasts, the crappier parents we become.
Maybe it’s just all of it and I’m tired. I don’t know. I hate feeling like this. I keep waiting for Courtney to ask me why I’m so mean. Who are we kidding, she’d have to be listening to me to know that I’m being mean. Of course, she told her bath toy that it was skating on thin ice, so I know she’d listening to something I say. 
There’s no upbeat, upswing tid-bit at the end of this. Just ugh.