We had a group run today in Brecksville and I went to bed last night with every intention of attending it. I’m sure you can already tell where this is heading…Liv woke up to eat at 3:30 and as I quietly closed her door to return to my waiting pillow, there Kade stood…in the hallway…rubbing his eyes. I didn’t want to spark a screaming fit and wake up Liv (and everyone else within a 5 mile radius) so I swept him up into my arms and took him upstairs with me. It took Kade almost an hour to fall asleep, and once he did, his bony little elbows and knees managed to make themselves right at home with my back. He’s a sideways sleeper…sideways sleepers should always sleep alone…I seem to forget that. Once he was out, I turned off my alarm because I knew it would wake him up, and once he’s up…well, you might as well forget about it. At that point I knew I’d miss the run, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

I did run on my own later in the morning. I was supposed to run 4-5 miles. The reservation by my house is a 5 mile loop, but my GPS acted up and kept losing and regaining it’s signal without my noticing so I ended up running about 6 miles before I realized it. I wouldn’t have minded if there was no snow, but the two inches of snow on the trail turned the run into an endurance trial akin to running on a beach. Oh well, now I can say I ran 6 miles. Only 20.2 more to go…

In other news, it’s snowing cats and dogs outside (does that phrase transfer to snow, and what exactly does it mean anyway). It’s snowing, a lot. The kids are in bed and asleep, the laundry’s done, the dishes are clean, the fire’s lit, and my post is finished. Too bad we are out of wine…