As I mentioned yesterday, we decided to take a minor day trip to our old stompin' grounds today. This is only 2.5 hrs each way, so 5 hours of driving. Nice. I am not a morning person. We rolled out of bed at 3:30 am, and I was not being a very nice person, but we loaded up in the little red Jetta and set off. About 3 miles down the road, I started complaining that I wished I had brought a little kennel for the pup. ha. The Man Of The House does not have a very good time back-tracking, but back-track we did. Now back in the car, pup in kennel, I felt a bit more settled, but still had the "I forgot something" black cloud over my head.
FFWD: I slept through the drive.
Arrived: In-laws house, and realize I forgot my running shoes. This pretty much cast a whole new black cloud over my already PMS-induced bad mood.
FFWD: I feel asleep again on MIL's couch and slept until 9:30. HA.
At this time I spring off the couch, feeling guilty and wondering what I have missed in the last 3 hours. The first thing I realize is that the kids have taken the pup to the pond. OK, so someone reading this must not realize the significance of taking an Australian Shepherd to the pond. A long-haired dog vs. a muddy, scummy, algae-infested pond. Yummy. Black. Slimy. Dog-Heaven. Oh boy.
During a little chat with my MIL, she offered her Jeep for me to drive to my parents' house. Side note- there is no way a person is getting a Jetta down their rather "out of the way road" and the term road I am using loosely here. My MIL also mentioned that she was telling Abby that she was taking some cucumbers over to her brother, and not to go wandering off (since the lame-mommy is asleep). To which the ever-witty Abby replies, "Well, Grandma, I NEED a cucumber before I have a nervous break down." HA HA.
Upon arrival to Nana's house, we indulged in the much needed morning cup of tea (you will discover this is a ritual for me, a necessity for me, uh, I could really get dramatic about it). We were just going along having a splendid visit when Ethan plants himself in front of Poppie and says, "Watch this, Poppie, I can blink with a different set of eyes." *after this he blinks very hard and then opens his eyes very widely* The overall idea was that when his eyes opened, they were different eyes than when he closed them. I guess it loses a lot in the retelling, but it was downright hilarious.
After much serious discussion which I need to stimulate my brain, I reluctantly left Nanna and Poppie's house back to MIL's house and was surprised to find Brad back from the mountains, un-bear-bitten, un-snake-bitten, all bones in tact, un-hog-attacked, and by all counts, virtually unscathed. WOW. Not even dehydrated!
FFWD: We arrive home; I drove about half the way. Brad really prefers to be the one driving. The time was actually a little after 7 and since I had not done my run yet, I basically dashed into the house, changed clothes, and went for my run. The run was actually pretty good, felt even and fluid which has up until this point not really been the case. I am not after speed at this point, that will come in time. I did actually think as I was just jogging along easily that I had better enjoy it because when all is healed, I know it will be back to work.