Life Happens

Have you ever had the best plan ever, then something unforeseen happens. Or perhaps just normal, every day routine happens. But your best plan ever never happens. Life happens.

Back in January, I set a goal for myself. I wanted to run a thousand miles this year. It’s the second year in a row I’ve set this goal. It’s the second year in a row I’ve failed. Perhaps three’s the charm? Anyway, I just looked at my running log. It’s been 57 days since I ran last. Really? Yep, on October 15th I ran 10k. Haven’t run since.

Thanks life.

I’ve been trying to figure out when I can get my runs in. I could go early in the morning. However, I can’t justify getting up at 5 am for a run. Plus, the kids are light sleepers in the mornings. Our squeaky floors would surely wake them. I could go right after school. However, that’s play time with the kids for an hour before it’s time to get supper on the go. Until Crash starts getting homework. Once that happens, homework will come first, then play.

I could go after the kids are in bed. That’s when I used to go most often. I don’t mind running in the dark. Actually, I used to look forward to it if it was snowing. The silence that comes with newly fallen snow is incredible. Pair that with the darkness and the Earth becomes a magical wonderland. However, the evenings have become us time for DW and I. The kids are in bed and all is quiet. So we watch a couple shows on TV. Do I give up time with the kids to go running? Do I give up time with DW to go running? Ain’t no way in hell I can make that decision.

But, I will get back into it. All that endorphin and “me time” is a needed factor in every life. Thanks to a post and a small discussion with Dave over at Runs Wit Faust, I will indeed be getting back on the road. Back on the trail, too. Running in the woods is even better. But I can’t go there after dark. I’m lucky I don’t get lost during the day let alone at night. Plus there are things that might eat me at night. I’d rather have supper than be supper.

Prior to this break from running, I would run for nearly an hour. Perhaps if I shorten my runs to a half hour (for now) I can make the time to go running. Something has got to be better than nothing, right? And perhaps I can rotate when I go – sometimes after school, sometimes after the kids go to bed. Or perhaps life will find something else for me to do.

But I hope not, because I like running and running likes me. And my poor running shoes miss me dearly.

Life Before and After Kids

We all had a life before our little parasites came along to suck every ounce of energy from our marrow. Our life was our own to do as we pleased. Beyond the scope of normal life responsibilities – work, bills, and doing whatever the hell we wanted – we were pretty free. Normal things were normal. Simply using the bathroom wasn’t even a thought. We just did our business and washed our hands. But life has changed drastically since those days. *If you don’t have kids, let this be your warning.*

Going out the door. You put on your shoes, your coat, then left. What’s there to think about?

You holler to the kids that you’re leaving. NOW! Get your coat on, get your shoes on. Find one kid’s shoes, find the other kid’s coat. Argue that it’s cold outside and they need to wear winter coats, not spring coats. Wait while someone runs to the bathroom to pee. Wait while one of them tries to zip their coat by themselves. God forbid you speed them up by trying to help. They’d just as soon throw you in the Sarlacc pit than get help.


Going out to eat at a restaurant simply involved choosing where to eat and then going there.

Screw that. Don’t take the heathens out in public if you don’t have to. Hit up the drive through and bring that shit home. And if you decide to brave it and actually go in to a place to eat, you have to make sure it’s child friendly, because you’re kid is so damn picky they won’t eat a hot dog with lines on it.


These lines are sure sign of poison.

Your house was clean.

It looks like Hurricane had a party and invited Earthquake and Tornado to your house and it’ll take a national relief effort to put it all back in order. Toys, clothes, food, spilled something or other, and some kind of blue sticky stuff on the wall are your new decor. You might be worried that TLC will stop by to film the next episode of Hoarders – Buried Alive (By Kids).


Why is that TV tray still standing?

Awake at whatever time o’clock you damn well pleased.

Awake at 1 am because your kid kicked the covers off and is now cold. Up at 2:30 because your kid woke up for no apparent reason and wants you. Up again at 4 because their diaper/pull-up/underwear leaked. It’s okay, though, you’ve mastered changing the sheets in the dark. Up for good at 6 am because the monster is hungry for breakfast. And without breakfast they turn into the Rancor.


Nothing is broken. Everything works.

Everything is broken. Nothing works. There’s no explanation other than “the force is strong with this one”. Like a well placed proton torpedo, things seem to fall apart all around your kids. Don’t bother getting nice things because it’ll just end up at the curb for the garbage men anyway. Shop at the dollar store.

Enjoy an alcoholic beverage with friends any day of the week.

Like hell. See any of the above for reasons you won’t be doing this any more. You’re wiped from trying to get the kids out the door. You’re ready for bed after the fiasco of trying to take your kids out to eat. Getting up at a million times through the night is impossible when inebriated/hungover. You’re too busy with relief efforts after Hurricane, Earthquake, and Tornado are done playing for the day.

LBF (Life Before Kids) was an ignorant bliss. Sure we were happy. But the joy these part harbingers of hell and part angels of heaven have brought to our lives is immeasurable. Our houses aren’t clean, they’re lived in. Our lives are no long our own. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Most of the time.


Your Life on Earth

So I Stumbled on to this page this morning and I felt I had to share. It’s really cool. You plug in your birthday and gender and height and it tells SO much about what’s happened in your lifetime. There are drop down menus providing even more info.

My next birthday on Mercury is in 11 Earth Days.
I’ve travelled 309,495,913,000 km through the Milky Way.
A house fly my age would have a family 21,808 generations.
While I’ve grown a towering 1.67 meters, a Coast Redwood would have grown 15.32 meters.
Tectonic plates have moved 5.85 meters since I was born.

Check it out for yourself! How has life on Earth change in your lifetime?

J is for…

JJourney. If you’ve read my post the last couple days, you know we’ve been on a journey of sorts. It wasn’t one of a thousand miles. Not even a thousand kilometers. Just 393 from start to finish and covered the span of three days.

I was thinking of our journey on the two hour drive home and was originally planning to summarize our journey to the hotel, two night stay and journey home. Then I realized, this wasn’t just one journey.
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