May 20, 2008 4:15 P.M. Weight: 157.0 lbs.
I've had a tiring 24 hours. Well, work wasn't bad yesterday so that wasn't really a big deal, although we had 4 'emergencies' that needed to be fixed before 9 AM. I LOVE grabbing my cell phone after my shower at the gym in the morning only to find out that I got called while enjoying my nexus deep moisturizing conditioner and having all the blood rush to my head as I bend in half to shave my legs. If no one answers my cell, they call my boss - which is great. I know, I know, he doesn't get mad or anything. I'm not expected to bring the phone into the shower with me. They've actually said that I'm going to be downgraded to a pager but my manager is trying to axe that plan.
I finish work and head out to watch Sex And The City with my friends. You may be shocked to hear that I've never watched this series before so we've been watching every show from every season before the movie comes out. I find the show amusing enough but really I just want to spend the time with my friends. We stayed up WAY too late and to whomever I cut off when I realized at the last second that I was in the exit lane and didn't want to exit last night at 1:30AM - I whole heartedly apologize. You will never see me do it again... or if you do... you won't remember that it was me.
As mentioned, Jeanette showed me how to give myself the PIO shot in my thigh. Big fun! She had some smaller needles to use with my thigh and she heated up a smaller bag of corn for afterwards. The only difficult part of it was getting up the nerve to put the needle in my thigh. The great thing about the butt shots is that *I* don't have to do them. I was nervous that if I went too slow I wouldn't get it in through the skin and if I went too fast, well, let's just say I'm not a wiz at darts. I was envisioning putting the needle through the hand that I was holding the skin tight with or something like that. I ended up erring on the slow side which is good because that needle slid in like butter. No pain at all. I emptied the syringe of the stubborn oily contents and hot packed my leg for much of the rest of the night. Easy as pie. I was really only concerned that it would hurt later.
I got to sleep from about 2AM to 5AM when Asher started making noises. I went and got some juice (because I'm a horrible mommy) and some crackers (who likes to bribe her kids) and went into his room. He had fallen back to sleep while I was getting those things so I just put them in his crib in case he felt like waking me up later. Then I got to sleep until 8 when Jessie and Asher woke me up. This time I whined until Kris got up to take care of them but at this point it was moot because I was up and they knew I was home. I could either get up and take care of them or lay in my room listening to Asher pound on my door and cry OR lay in my bed while Asher climbed on my head and said "Mommy sleep" over and over and over. I'd like to point out that my thigh really didn't hurt at all. I could feel it a little but it was nothing to stop big, tough, mighty mighty me.
Kris had to leave around 11 for some army work but he was coming back in just a couple of hours. I played with the kids, did some laundry, and made them some lunch. Then it was nap time. I'm in LOVE with my son. I mean, I normally would be but this boy is the worlds best sleeper. I know, I'm tempting the gods by writing this but hopefully I'll get through OK. You put him in his crib, even when he REALLY doesn't want to and is filling out complaint forms the entire way there and threatening to stiff me on the tip, and he still just lays down and goes to sleep when you shut the door. The REALLY amazing thing? He can get in and out of his crib in the blink of an eye and open and close his bedroom door just fine all on his own. All the same, this little angel just lays down and goes to sleep. I AM SO LUCKY!
I went downstairs because Jessie was asking me to turn on Calliou for her and Kris came home so I headed out to the gym. I kicked massive butt at the gym. OK, not really. I barely made it through my normal 3 mile run. I was so beat I hit 1.5 miles and was ready to stop. I also had to pee which - note to self - never EVER let the words "I could probably wait" convince you to not pee if you think there is even a possibility you might need to before running. I know marathoners think it is OK to just pee in your pants while you run but try that on the treadmill in the gym and nobody thinks that is normal. I just wasn't expecting it to be so hard today. It is very disappointing when I've been running over 3 miles but I think perhaps I've been putting in a lot for a lot of days and it might be time for a break day. My last one was last Sunday. The only thing is that I want to get in the time to get the points on that introplay site. (Yes, competitive as ever, I am.) Still, I'm not doing anyone any favors by making myself so tired. A good night's sleep would also have helped, of course. We'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow and how the weather is. Maybe a nice walk outside with the family would be enough of a workout. What are the odds I can make my husband go out and walk with us?
