Ugh...I'm tired. It is hard being a Mom to two toddlers, and training for a marathon! Last week Husband didn't make it home before bedtime at all. I don't know if this week is going to shape up to be the same, but I did have to take the kiddos on my 4 mile run tonight...and it kicked my a**! I have three months to get this "qualify for Boston" train on the tracks, and right now I'm not feeling it. I am so pi**ed off about having to start with another training program. I just feel behind the eight ball...and I don't like it. I really hope Thursday's training run works out well. Keep your fingers crossed.
I'm also a bit urked with Husband. It's like he came home wanting to push me, or pick a fight. I don't want to go into details since it really is just pointless stuff. Really, nothing of any significance. Currently, I am tuning him out (watching Nashville Star, lame I know). He's in the other room on his computer, while I'm in here blogging to you. It just gets hard sometimes...he works all day and then comes home. Let's just say, I'm not June Cleaver...I get wiped out. I don't have dinner on the table, or the house all picked up. Sometimes I do, but not all the time. No, he doesn't expect it, maybe I expect it of myself a little bit. Don't you just feel like we are in a time where the rules of the past don't apply? Seriously, when does my day end? I know I'm lucky...Husband is a really great father and usually extremely supportive of me. I'm just mad at him right now...it's not supposed to be perfect all the time...is it?