As I'm sitting here, waiting for the cranberry-orange bread to finish baking, I'm neglecting the dishes, listening to jazz, ignoring the nagging need for sleep, I'm beginning to wonder if that tomorrow morning's 5K at 8am is such a good idea. For one, I'm getting another cold. Yes, ANOTHER virus, as I've gone an entire 3 days without some form of illness. I usually contract these bugs from my children, who are neither daycare kids or school kids, but instead are, I've decided, small, human petri dishes.
I've begun running. Did I mention that? Some mothers choose to start running to chase after their children. I've begun running so as to run FROM my children. SeaBass' whining hits a fever-pitch w/in 30 seconds of self-made dilemma, and Beatrice won't stop eating the cat food. These people are from my loins. I've fed them of my own body, yet somehow the cat's food tastes better, and whining is a more poignant form of communication than, say, talking quietly.
Whine, whine. More later. I should clean the cooked bread batter off of the stove before it looks good enough to eat.
2 comments:
Cranberry-orange bread? Sounds delicious.
Rob runs most every day in the winter. He can't stand running when it's sweltering in the summer, but in the winter, it helps him get some exercise and it prevents the winter blues he is prone to. Good job! I can't remember the last time I took a walk.
Thanks for stopping by the blog! Jealous that you live in Wisconsin, seriously. Oh, and your red head is ADORABLE!
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