Last week I got a small taste of what parenting two children under the age of three feels like. I have two words for parents of the world: MAD. RESPECT.
My sister had a work conference to attend and her husband was away at drill, so I offered to head to Reno, watch the kiddos, and work virtually. While they gave me a run for my money, thankfully, those snot machines are the most adorable people I know. I’ll even forgive them for this glorious cold I have. Yes, this one that has left me on the couch aon a beautiful summer Sunday. Good thing you’re cute.
Sweating through whatever I could squeeze in. Reasons number 9,028,490 why anyone with a child is my hero. But running back at home, where the air is thinner and the runs are harder, made me contemplate what running would look like if I permanently lived at a higher elevation again (Reno is at ~4,500 feet) and raced in California. This strategy got me my mile PR in high school. So, who wants to hire a digital marketing strategist to work out of their gorgeous mountain cabin so I can execute said strategy? Bueller? Bueller?
Eating homemade fruit leather. My in-law’s garden was overrun with apricots, so they got crafty and made homemade fruit leather. While delicious, it’s also strange given that I never used to see people talk about homemade fruit leather, but now I see it EVERYWHERE. So go on, you lucky SOBs who have fruit trees — make some fruit leather and send me some asap.
Wearing big freaking earrings; something I never do but could probably use more of in my life. In fact, statement necklaces had a moment, when is it going to be statement earrings’ turn?
Writing text messages to my sister that include statements like, “What do you feed your children for dinner?” and “I AM A MIRACLE WORKER! Went potty in the potty within 30 seconds!” It’s the small things.
Reading The Girl on The Train. Have I had this book on my Kindle for over a year? Maybe. Have I wanted to read it forever but kept falling asleep every time I crack it open because I’m always so goddamn tired? Maaaaaaybe. Am I hellbent on reading it before the movie comes out so I can have a snooty opinion and proclaim, “Oh Marjorie, but the book was so much better!”? Yes. Absolutely, yes.
Living for this upcoming weekend as Josh and I celebrate being hitched for five years.