Saturday morning...

Yesterday morning, as I have for so many Saturday mornings lately, I was woken up by the dog, whining in his crate at 5 in the morning.  Now, he doesn't do this Monday-Friday, but on Saturday and Sunday, he wants to be out.  Is it wrong that I spitefully ignore him?  Most likely yes, since it's not like I'm really going to fall back to sleep, whether I get up and let him out or listen to his whining.

Then, as the morning goes on, at 6, Olivia gets up.  She, like the dog, will not get up this early Monday-Friday, but on Saturday and Sunday, she is up at 6 no matter how late she goes to bed.  She gets up, walks out of her room, trips over Mia's step-stool in the bathroom, closes the door with a deafening "snick", then is re-opening the door, with the same loud "crack", and heads into her room, where she again loudly closes the door, and then begins singing.  I am awake through all of this, knowing that if I wait patiently, she will once again loudly open the door, loudly close her door, pound down the stairs, let the whining dog out (who jumps, leaps, runs around like a loose elephant), and then hopefully, as she settles onto the couch for Saturday morning TV, quiet will resume in the house.  Yesterday, I was not disappointed.

With the quiet returned to the house, I was still unable to go back to sleep. I knew I needed to get up soon, if I was going to get in a workout and shower before heading off to weigh-in.  So, I stressed about how tired I was, how much I needed to fall back to sleep and did not fall back to sleep.

At about 6:45, I got up, put on my workout clothes and attempted to rouse the hubs.  "....mmmm....?" he mumbled.  "I'm going to workout, I'll be back later.  You'll need to let me back in the house." "....k..."

When I went downstairs Olivia was determined to go with me.  I told her I was going to run 2 of the 4 miles this morning.  I told her I was on a time schedule.  I told her she'd need to keep up.  She was not deterred.  She ran up the stairs to get dressed.  But of course, she had left her gym shoes at summer camp.  So, take the black ones, I suggested.  The gym shoes we bought for her dance costume.  She comes downstairs and is wearing Mary Jane's.  Um, really?  Do you really think you can go 4 miles, running 2 of them in those shoes?!!  NO!  GET-THE-BLACK-GYM-SHOES.

She gets the shoes, and is still not deterred by my obvious annoyance.  She's ready to go, with her long, dark hair flowing down her back in knots in tangles and sticking to her face.  Get.A.Rubber.Band.

Finally, we are out the door.  I am completely silent.  Trying to find the good in having her with me.  Trying not to be mad about spoiled workout plans.  Trying to see how awesome it really is that she is with me. 

About halfway through the first mile, she starts huffing and coughing.  She's been lagging behind since we did about a quarter mile.  I look back and ask what's wrong. "Nothing."  I" know somethings wrong - what's wrong?"  "I just don't feel good, Mommy."

Ok.  I suck it up. We go one mile, turn around and walk back.  I lose nothing for my weigh-in, and am frustrated, because now, I'm going to have to convince myself to work out later.  I know I need to, but am real willing to go take a nap, not a run on a Saturday afternoon.

Thankfully, Greta posted on FB that she had slept in on Saturday and was going to have to fit in an afternoon or evening run.  I offered to do a "virtual" run with her, as she is about 550 miles away.  Because of this, I was able to be accountable to myself and ended up re-doing the 4 miles that we had attempted that morning (walk 1, run 2, walk 1).

I posted this on Twitter:

Ugh - sweat city.  BUT - I did it! :)

And, because it was Father's Day Eve, and Tony just wanted to go out to dinner, we went to the restaurant of his choice (Olive Garden), had dinner.  And, because he now has an iPhone, we were able to each give our phones to a child, so that they could play and we could enjoy an after dinner coffee, outside, on the patio, with quiet kids.  It was glorious!!!

Happy Father's Day to the best dad I married!