Today’s run was a serious detox… I’m chugging water as I type…

Riley is over 7 months old

I run every day but never have time to write about it…

So often I have nothing to say…

Often I do but have no time to write them down…

Often I’m lost for words.. I wish I could somehow save my thoughts without having to find a way to express them.  Maybe I need to just take pictures of myself.  Perhaps the expression on my face says it all?

Raising kids is hard

Riley is at daycare right now.  It’s her third “day”.  I left her there for one hour the first day and two hours the second day… It’s been an hour and a half since I dropped her off and I am SO on edge like a crazy person….

Riley is the sweetest little person… I can’t handle the idea of anyone ignoring her or letting her cry.. It literally crumbles my senses….

Zoey is almost 4…

She is a really intense little person who is extremely specific about her needs and sometimes it seriously drives me up the wall.  It’s so hard… She is literally the sweetest little girl and her imagination and reasoning is brilliant… but she’s 4… and she FREAKS out for reasons I don’t understand all the time…

I’m trying to get better at understanding these reasons… I’m trying to get better at being patient…

The other day she called me a monster and it crushed me.

That night she said she was sorry and I melted…

I always thought I would never grow up but I honestly think the moment I grew up was the same moment Zoey was born… and again when RIley was born…

So now I’m a grown up… But when I’m running I still get to be a kid…