Yesterday felt like the longest day EVER. It could be because I chose to go to bed at 10:30 on Saturday night so I woke around 4:30 Sunday feeling rested. But I forced myself back to sleep – because I covet sleep these days; I’m greedy – and it did more harm than good. Around 10 AM I felt so exhausted. I pulled it together though and by 11:30, we were out and headed to a small get-together for Elliot’s best friend’s fourth birthday.

But back up a sec: Saturday was equally crazy. Ash went running trails at 6 AM and I took the boys to Target as soon as it opened. Soon as Ash got back, we went to yet another birthday party, this one outside in the almost 100 degree temps. Luckily, it was at a shaded park. But I still felt overheated. The boys didn’t seem to mind. We had a brief (and I do mean brief: 30 minutes) rest before going to our friend’s place to swim. It was overcast and fixin’ to rain but we still went in. The water was awesome and I have to say, I was glad we followed through. The ominous clouds almost stopped us. We left in rain though and stopped by Boston Market – where I hadn’t eaten in at least 6-10 months – and let me tell you: that was really nice. We were warm and cozy inside after getting wet and rained on and the food was comforting. Isaac went to sleep and the three of us watched the first Pirates.

I’m trying to find a way to incorporate talking about this phase Elliot is going through. Guess I just jump in. He’s… atrocious! Everyone who has a four year old promises me that it will change for the better once that number rolls around. OMG, I hold out hope that this is true. The only thing I can determine is that he is becoming very very aware of the way things work. I mean, he obvious still has a limited view of the world but I think his brain is so very full of concepts right now that he’s just on overload. He pushes every conceivable boundary. I ask him to stop saying a certain word or phrase and he does it then looks at me, to see what kind of rise he can get. I popped him one on the butt for being particularly snotty and he replies with, “That didn’t hurt.”  Man, I so want to make it hurt, you little brat. Of course, that probably won’t solve the problem.

I know this won’t last forever and some day he’ll be more calm and understanding and not so tempestuous. I mean, when he was in time-out last night he destroyed a book. Ash was PISSED about it, as well he should be. We always talk about how we treat books and the thing that bothers me the most about it is the fact that I was the kid with the rage. I got so mad when I was sent to my room (when I was a teenager anyway) that I threw things and banged on my door. I don’t want Elliot to have my temper but I fear it’s too late. I really hope four is better. I have three months to go.

Aside from all that, things are still OK here. I ran the past week and it feels like I am starting over. I took a week off and only used the elliptical so when I got back out on roads, it was hard. Friday was one of the hardest runs ever. I was dizzy and felt heavy and – no joke – thought I was going to pass out. But then yesterday’s run was great. I waited until 7 but by then, storm clouds had taken over the sky so it was darker and a nice breeze left me feeling slightly less overheated.

I still haven’t found any extra work. But Ash is working on something BIG.

My friend is buying a house close to us. This is exciting!

Isaac is walking A LOT more now. I give him a month before he’s running.

And that’s it for your weekend update. Now to work on my Random Tuesday post. 🙂 Happy Monday!