Manic Monday

May I please use one lousy blog post to whine a bit?

My heel hurts. Bad. It’s too big to fit in my running shoes. I still need to run 33 more miles before the 31st of July. Major bummer.

I’m exhausted. Syncing the schedules of a three-year-old and three-month-old is no small feat. If the baby is sleeping, Graham is running into our bedroom in the middle of the night screaming, “the dinosaurs are coming!” Guess that dinosaur-themed birthday party was not the best idea.

Will someone please tell the dog to stop peeing in front of my closet? It’s starting to smell.

There’s more dog hair in the house than dog, more weeds in the garden than plants, and more clothes in the hamper than in the closet.

How does one manage these things? I give up for today.

Bleh to Monday!

P.S. I could really use an “I don’t have to run day!”