If you don't laugh...

Today has been a challenge that actually started last night.
My hubbs who lives and works away through the week gave me the clear indication that he wanted me to get the Christmas tree up due to the grumblings of our daughter. 

Thanks daughter for throwing me under the bus with daddy!

After a hectic early morning of cooking, getting kids ready, Sunday School, church, a Christmas party and headband making, I found myself just getting on the treadmill at 6 p.m.  I was running merrily along when I jumped on the side rails crushed by the sudden realization that it was SUNDAY NIGHT!  We had work and school to prepare for.  Where had Saturday gone?

I finished my 10 miles, dealt with the usual road blocks in getting the kids ready for bed all while feeling like I had lost a day's time in which to do it all.  Once we had the next day's preparation done and were in our jammies, we put up the tree.  An ancient artificial tree up and fluffed to be decorated Monday night. 



We was feeling a bit impressed with myself as I tried to get LBM to go to sleep.  He is still sleeping in my bed.  Get off my back about it.  I'm too old to argue with a stubborn 3 year old. After 30 minutes of cuteness, i.e., "mom let me tell you a secret....", "mom I'm going to dream about....", "mom I have to....pee again....get another drink...." and my personal favorite as the hour nears midnight, "mom, sleeping is bbbbooooorrrrrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnggggg!"  I had had it!  I grabbed that little ball of cuteness and tossed him in his room.  Tossed is figurative not literal. Duh!   Of course that didn't work because 1) my PA house is small.  2) sounds carries.  3) I have ears and 4 ) so does my daughter. 

I went back and got him feeling like a meany.  LBM promptly spits up.  Yeah.  He can do it on demand.  Just enough to make a mess and require attention.  Goal accomplished.  After apologizes me to him and a quick bath.  LBM returns to bed with me.  We again say prayers.  We snuggle to sleep.   why couldn't he have done that 2 hours ago.

This morning I just know things will be more smooth.  S'ghetti girl does not recall any of the noise from the night and although she is not excited to have to get up for school, she does so without major problems.  My morning routine goes well, except for a lack of a wake up run and LBM cooperates mostly.

We pull out of the drive way within minutes of our need to time.  That's when I started to seriously wonder about my sanity.

Recall that little light that I saw on Friday.  The one that got cleared thanks to my hubbs.  BUT not because he and my FIL fixed anything.  They simply cleared the code.  The car worked all weekend and I simply was none the wiser.  Until I was about a mile from my house and 10 miles from the sitter and 20 miles from work.

At times I think that all the running and training gets me through the ultras that I do.  But it's days like this one that make me wonder if it's not the ultras that prepare me to get through the days like this one.

I couldn't cry with LBM in the car, so I just had to laugh.

I saw the light

My morning started with the inability to get my butt out of bed to grab a quick run this morning.  I should have recognized the tone I set for my day but I went about my morning blissfully unaware of what was in store for me. 

I got my shower.  S'ghetti girl got ready.  She talked me into buying another book from the visiting author, Henry Cole.

We chatted about her spelling test and our evening plans.  Nice and smooth.  The bus arrives.  I kiss her good bye.  Back in the house to wake up LBM and head off to work.

After a few patient rounds of "where's LBM hiding" we were gathered and loaded into the car.  Then off to the sitter.  Listening to Despicable Me play at the back of my head taking in the beautiful frosty views.

Until I saw this:

Back Story:  The evening before Stone Mill my children's sitter told me that my wonderfully reliable Honda CRV had left a "giant puddle "in her driveway.  She was adamant that no other car had been there.  So I drove to the nearest well lit parking area, WalMart, and phoned a friend.

Thankfully my friend was able to come check out the car and confirm that all my fluids were fine and the under body of the car didn't seem to show any signs of a leak.

Given that episode, I completely freaked out this morning when that little light came on.  Okay freaked out is a strong way to put it but I didn't shut off the car at the sitter's and LBM got the fastest bye kiss ever as I jumped back into the car to drive straight to the garage.  Only to find out that they couldn't look at the car until Monday.

Monday!

I had a moment to think so I got out my owner's manual and actually started to remember what I know about this car.  Sure enough it is probably an oxygen sensor.  I've already replaced two or three on this vehicle.  While sensors are the only repairs I have ever had with the car, the timing is not the greatest.  With the expense of the holidays, basketball practice starting Saturday and Holiday workshop tonight, I was hoping to have a safe car to drive.

It will all workout.  Things always seem to.

But is it wrong that along with the worries of safety and finance, I was also worried about that morning run that I didn't take and wondering how I was going to fit that in?

Runner first.