This week has been rough.
Some odd combination of mildly irritating circumstances (my son being home sick for 3 days, the darkness, my lack of exercise, the miserable shopping trips) have conspired to bring me down.
But, tomorrow begins our Christmas break, and I'm going running with friends in the morning.
And, despite my grumpiness, I've still been doing my nightly pushups. In fact, Owen yelled at me from upstairs not too long ago to remind me to do them. (He likes to actually witness me doing them so that he can make sure I'm not cheating.)
I'm not cheating, but I'm also not getting no guns either. Maybe next month, I up it to two sets a day?
Owen's sickness has made him strangely contemplative . . .
Owen: Mommy, what do they do if you're sick in jail?
Me: Oh, they have a clinic.
Owen: That's good to hear.