Right this very minute, I'm kneeling at my laptop, which is sitting on my kitchen counter. The girls ran out in the garage and brought their bunny camp chairs in the house, and so they are set up behind me, sitting peacefully (HAHAHAH YEAH RIGHT) eating their snack cheese. Izzy is trying to force feed me her piece of cheese, and I don't particularly appreciate it. And I just had to break from writing for a few minutes to a) get more cheese for Izzy, b) get fishies for both girls, c) clean up fish guts that were smashed all over the floor about 15 seconds after said fishies were dispersed, d) stop Emma and Izzy from killing each other over who got which (completely identical) bowl, and e) clean chewed up cheese out of Emma's hair. So why am I blogging right this very minute? Because I keep forgetting to do it, and got a subtle reminder to get my act together, and so I picked this very minute to stop and write. Obviously, the girls do not appreciate it. They rarely appreciate it when I have the audacity to be a Person, and not just Mother Servant. Sigh...
But on the good side, they are playing together more these days, instead of just playing in the same space. They don't always place nicely, but even when they're fighting I'll sometimes just let them go so they can figure it out on their own. I do try to minimize injurious/murderous situations, though. And there are A LOT of them. Shocking, I know... What's even better is that the girls have started to like playing in our basement, more. I try to keep separate sets of toys for the upstairs, middle, and basement floors. So they've figured out that if they want to play with those particular toys, they have to go in the basement to do it. And they've started playing down there by themselves on occassion, for up to 30 minutes. That's 30 WHOLE MINUTES that I can be upstairs just listening to them. I've been able to pay bills, do dishes, fold laundry, and/or SIT ON MY BUTT, uninterrupted (mostly) without having to wait until naptime to do it. It's pretty glorious. Also, we recently rented The Muppet Movie, and Emma has been reenacting the "menomenom" sketch. It's so, so hilarious.
You know what else is glorious? I'm on my fourth week of training for these races I've got coming up. I fell off the bandwagon last week while I was at Chrysta's, but am right back on track this week. I've got a half marathon in Lancaster on Sept 8, and the Hershey Half on October 21. I may or may not continue with the training and do a full marathon in November. Still undecided. I'll probably wait until after the Hershey Half, and see how my knees and hips are feeling. But anyway, my midweek runs are still pretty short at 3-4 miles depending on the day. But two weeks ago I had a 7 mile long run that I finished in 65 minutes. That's pretty fantastic for me. And when I did my three miles on Tuesday, I ran it 3 min 45 sec faster than I ran it three weeks ago. (Insert another break here while I sniffed Izzy's suspicious smelling bum, concluded it was just a toot, and then spent several minutes tickling the bejeezes out of her, until she got mad and smacked me in the face. I deserved it.) So, I'm feeling kind of pumped for the half coming up next month. If I can do it in 2 hr 15 min, I'll be really, really really happy. So we'll see how that goes!
And now I must go, as I do believe the children are eating something that I didn't give them, which begs the question, which piece of furniture did you find that under? And how old/moldy/petrified is it? And, do I have the number for poison control on hand?
