This afternoon when I got home from work, I really just wanted to crawl into bed and take a nap. I was exhausted, a little nauseous, and the bed just seemed so appealing. But what did I discover waiting there for me?
Yes, it seems Scooter had a little morning sickness of his own and he had thrown up all over the bed: the sheets, the comforter, the pillows, and some of it had dribbled down the side of the frame. (And I thought puking by the side of the road was bad! At least I made it to the outdoors!)
So, instead of a nap, I had more laundry to do. But I couldn't be mad at my little Copper Top; his eyes seemed to say (in the British accent I imagine him to have), "I'm sorry I puked, Mama. I didn't mean to!" See? Don't those eyes say that? (The picture above was taken just before we went on our trip last week. I was doing laundry -- yet again! does that stuff breed in the hamper? -- and he loves to lay in the warm, fresh from the dryer clothes.)
Anyway, I didn't get my nap, and since I was up and about anyway, I decided to go for a short 3 mile run. I didn't bring the Garmin along because I knew I was gonna be slow and I didn't want to see the numbers. But no matter the time, and no matter how I felt tired at first, when I was finished with the 3 miles, I felt really good.