Today I did something I have not done since I was a teenager (okay, maybe I did it on my honeymoon). No, I did not lose my virginity. I slept in. Until 10:13 a.m.
It was nice. No, it was amazing.
I kind of felt like I was breaking some kind of rule by staying in bed. Surely there was something productive I had to do. Certainly I needed to be running or biking or training for something. I am sure there was a skid mark that needed to be scrubbed out of the toilet or some pancakes I needed to make for my kids’ friends who spent the night.
I didn’t care. Every damn day I get up early. I love my bed. I love sleep. I indulged.
Not like the world was going to end because I slept four hours longer than I usually do. I also got rebellious with some other things this week. Confession time:
1. Heidi pooped twice on a walk. She knows there is a rule where she can only poop once because I only bring one bag. She broke the rule and I had to leave a steamy pile.
2. Emma, my 13 year old, is a vegetarian now. I’ve talked about this before. Last night we had some egg rolls and I told her they were veggie when they were actually veggie chicken. I hope she doesn’t read my blog (in my defense, I couldn’t even find the chicken in them).
3. Every run is hard for me.
4. I blamed some farts on Heidi when we had company.
5. I ran 8 miles in brand new shoes I had never worn before. Judge me all you want. I know that is not advisable but they were shouting my name and they were so damn pretty and they reminded me of grape jam. So I did it (and check it out! I found these at DSW for $49 and free shipping!)
6. I hid in the freezer section when I saw someone I knew in the grocery store because I didn’t feel like talking.
7. I bought really expensive sunglasses (something I never do because I just break them and I can never justify the price). I wore them for a few runs and I returned them. I have also returned used sheets and coffee makers, bathing suits, even spoiled clementines.
8. My son turns 17 tomorrow. I never thought I would have a child that old. The teenage years are so much harder than I ever expected. Give me potty training and 2 year old tantrums any day over the shit that teens do.
Your turn. Tell me one way you broke the rules this week, or a confession.