when duty calls...

Friday, I had a "If I don't go for a run right this very second I may spontaneously combust in a ball of flames" mini freak out. It's almost the end of the semester, the pressure is on, the "back to school" savings account has long been depleted, and the kids are extra cranky that mommy isn't home every day. My stress level is dangerously hovering near the red zone. I announced to no one in particular that "Mommy's running. Now." No questions were asked, no one stood in my way (I swear even the baby gets it), so out the door I went. I let my legs do the screaming. It felt so good.

mile 1 - 9:20
mile 2 - 8:44
mile 3 - 8:29
mile 4 - 8:08
mile 0.6 - 5:08 (8:37/mile pace)

I felt like I could have kept going, at that speed, for another 5 miles. However, I didn't want the boys to think that I had permanently run away, so I called it quits when the running loop brought me back to my house. If I've said it once, I've said it 5,923,756 times...running is cheaper than therapy! And cheaper than alcohol, which is probably what I would have turned to if I didn't have running. Upon returning home, my problems didn't magically disappear, but they seemed a lot less menacing.

Today, I had plans for a fast, short training run. Today, I was going to give my new running tank sent to me by thriv natural performance a try. But today, Rowen had other plans. At 3 years, 2 months old, the boy who on most days refuses to be associated with anything potty-training related, decided to go diaper-less. All on his own, really. He woke up, took off his diaper, and announced he didn't want another one. I hate to jinx myself by telling you this, but we are on hour #7 with no diaper, and no accidents.


I'm in shock really. I was beginning to think he'd go to his prom in a diaper. But today, all on his own, he decided to potty train himself. I haven't really even done anything, other than open the bathroom door for him when he announces to everyone in the room that he's got to go, and read a few books to him while he sat there (what a man already, reading on the toilet!). I didn't want to take the chance that he would have an accident on Daddy's shift (I'll save that for this week when I'm in school) so I stuck close to home. Besides, I like to think my congratulatory potty dance is far superior to Daddy's. I'm just saying. And secretly, I didn't want to miss any of this big event. Seriously, who ever would have imagined I'd get so excited over someone else's excretory adventures?

So I don't have a thriv review for you yet, other than it works great for the potty dance. I wonder if they've heard that one yet? Their products are made from bamboo, which claims to be anti microbial and naturally resist odor...but here's to hoping I don't have to test that one out on this particular adventure.

The joys of motherhood, they never cease to amaze me :)