Yesterday I started a post on how hard it is to get stuff done with a new baby. Dalton woke up so I abandoned ship and intended to get back to it later (which is how I write all my posts these days). I thought I had saved it as a draft, but then I got a comment on it from Kara like six hours later, so apparently I published it, half done, without a title, and drifting off mid thought. I was going to take it down and finish it later, but upon reflection, it really illustrated my point about half assing everything in life but the baby better than I ever could have planned.
If anyone reading out there is leftover from the old days when I discussed other things, I did things this week unrelated to mothering! Granted, I will have to talk about the baby to fully explain them, but that's kind of life now.
1. I saw a movie!
I'm having really, really bad anxiety over leaving Dalton to go to work. Like... it's bad. I would ask for words of wisdom from those who have been there but hormones are involved so logic is no help. Having taken child psychology as a college freshmen, I prescribed myself the cure of "seeing a movie" so I would have a little time away from him doing something fun and realize the world didn't end. The movie was a great choice because I was so into it that the time flew by. I thought the casting was dead on, and I love me some NPH.
While at the theater, I picked up this bad boy.
|It's called Mockingjay, movie theater people.|
I never ever thought I would be one of those people who came home from the doctor's office after getting cleared for exercise and immediately put my sneakers on. But then pretty much everything I have said, thought, done and written since beginning this wild ride into parenthood is a surprise to me. I like running more than I realized and that's exactly what I did.
|I got a salted caramel mocha on my way home - in retrospect not the best running fuel.|
Eric had to leave right when I got home, so I ran until Dalton woke up. I was hoping to get a mile in, and he woke up right when I hit that point - such a considerate guy! Later on, when he went back to sleep, I ran another mile! Both miles I ran straight through, start to finish, and the last time that happened was so long ago I don't remember it. They were also both somewhere in the 10:xx pace, which was also a distant memory. I did some walking for a warm up and cool down to bring the total to 3 miles.
|Make that 3.00 miles|
I know that might not sound like much but I'm thrilled with it. It felt better than I expected, although I had extremely low expectations. WAY better than pregnant running, that's for sure.
|It did not.|
3. We voted.
I thought having my neighbor ask when I was due while I was wearing Dalton was the dumbest comment I could get. But then while Eric wore him to the polls, he got asked "Is that a baby?!". So I stand corrected.
|What the hell else would it be? I can't even think of a sarcastic response.|
We tried to take a family photo with our "I voted" stickers. It wasn't a huge success.
|Prime and blurry baby|
|Best of the bunch, but still not a framer|
4. This much anticipated, glorious purchase.
Christmas music - love or hate, and if you love it, when do you bust it out for the year?