**Please note that this would have been posted yesterday, but the internet went out for a mere 12 hours.... because that happens often**
It has most definitely been one of THOSE weeks.
Monday: Wake up to a broken FitBit (perhaps I shouldn't have gone swimming with it on for over an hour the night before--oops), two rowdy kiddos and a gassy pup (what the hell did she eat?!). Assuming my day would progressively get better, I was still optimistic about my Monday. Met with the group, only about 5 min late (better than our normal commute I'd say), and saw that the Clarksville Splash Pad was functioning this 'fine' morning (side note: on our last visit, Ethan (age: 2.92 years at the time) had managed to get the splash pad going for just long enough to soak him, but the remaining 8 ADULTS couldn't get the thing started again to save our lives. We left that day with one super-soaked Ethan and a group of perplexed parents on the phone with Austin Parks and Rec). As we begin our run to Town Lake, dodging cars across 6th (I survived...barely), and up onto the Hartford Bridge, POP! Who needs an achilles to run? My calf instantly swelled and my ankle looked like a tree trunk. Rad. I hobbled my way back to the (optimism insert: WORKING) splash pad and waited for the rest of the mama tribe to run their 4+ miles through my favorite part of town. Did I mention I love hills? Tarrytown and I get along quite nicely for that reason, but I disagree with the cost of said hills. $800k for 1600 sq ft? I'm good. I'll stick to gawking as I run hobble through the hood rather than pull into a driveway there. Wah wah.
After the splash pad, I ventured home... with my ever-growing calf pushing the clutch in my manual car (why?!). Engine light goes on, optimism is failing. Or 'Fialing' as us Trotters like to say. The rest of the afternoon I tried to lay low, and focus on watching The Bachelorette that evening. Oh wait, it was an OFF week. Buckets.
Tuesday: Wake up excited to run at Robinson (a fav park of mine), and on a new trail!!! But I remember I can't run so depression sinks in. Call docs. No availability for over a week. Show up to walk. It's flooded. Walk old route with two friends, good times. Go home for lunch and call around to more doctor's offices, no one is able to see me for what seems like an eternity. Find a guy who specializes in Manual Therapy and he's free tomorrow (thank you, Tara!). Kids do not nap until WAY after they are suppose to. Wake them after approx 45 min of sleep to take the youngest to her well check where she gets hella shots and then off to TBall with a boy that has no desire to go. Drag them anyway, sweat, argue, leave hungry. Baby blowout in the car on the way home. Carpet shampoo is involved.
Wednesday: Have 20 people over for crafts in the morning, YL oils own me, husband comes home to be with the kids, go to see Kerry Rickelman, aka Master Manual Manipulator. Doesn't like the Cubs. White Sox fan. Reminds me of my Dad (also a Northie and Sox fan--I don't understand), so I like him. Manual Therapy is NO JOKE. Equivalent: Someone dragging brass knuckles across a freshly opened wound. Yep. That enjoyable. Leave after 93 minutes of agony (but who's counting), shake my way home in my stick shift car... again, think about stopping at CarMax on the way, make it through my front door, kids are sleeping... breathe. Naps are over, husband stays home and helps me, Book Club that night. Two glasses of wine. ICE BATH. Satan. Should have had 3.
Thursday: Calf (achilles) is feeling SO MUCH BETTER. Run Brushy Creek with the Eagle. Ahhh... feeling a bit normal again. Play at the park, eat lunch, pick up a minion for a friend, we all nap, play and then... ICE BATH per Doctor McEllin. Fudge nuggets.
Friday: Friend goes into labor, add a kiddo the bunch, insert carseat, pawn off +1 to a friend for jogging (with my stroller #1), drive to splash pad, prep for run.... flat tire in stroller #2. FIAL. Play at the splash pad, daughter is clingy, labor was a false alarm, friend goes home, kids eat lunch, nap time is happening.... I squint. There is light.
And because the kids are napping and I deserve a treat, I am attempting these:
If I don't burn them (because let's face it....), I'll let you know how they are.
Here's to not chipping my tooth! Cheers and bring on the weekend!
UPDATE: They're not too shabby. I added mini dark chocolate chips and cinnamon. I think they could have used more PB2. Overall, 4 stars.
LISA W: ex Arizonian hockey player (does Arizona even have ice?), psychs herself out every time she gets close to breaking a 9 min mile, Mom to 2 curly-headed squirts + a non-bias food-loving dog, Tonks... wifey to her college love, Timothy, Lego fanatic. And can't put up any guests in her spare bedroom since it has turned into JoAnn fabrics.
IRADIS J Native Floridian, plays the flute like a champ (she is the beauty behind our National Anthem on race day), Mom to THREE kiddos under 4 years of age (and she does it with ease, people), met her hubs in a coffee shop in the Sunshine state, avid reader and has the most gentle soul of anyone you'll ever meet.
DANIELLE D Midwesterner at heart (Go Royals!), lover of all things pink and green (you should see her daughter's rooms), eats sweet peppers like they're candy, had two completely natural childbirths (hint: she has superhuman powers), breastfeeding advocate, Mizzou grad (she and Loren actually attended the exact same years, but did not know one another), loves to quilt and does not own an inside voice.
LOREN M Central IL born and raised attempting every sport possible. Mom to 2 polar opposite kiddos and wife to a man she met on an airplane, her magic Mike. Throw in a white lab with too many allergies to count and you have yourself a fine fam. Loves pickles, green olives and is a (temporary?) vegan. Took up running in order to eat french fries on a regular basis (they're vegan, right?). Mizzou grad. Skincare junkie and waxing Nazi. The Queen of random encounters. To all the TWT members: Don't hate, just Belieb ;)