Usually, each night, Jerry and I each take a kid and handle each kid's bedtime routine (Caleb's "routine" is a bit of a joke since he hasn't yet figured out that it's a routine, and he most often doesn't go down for the night until about 9 or 9:30, but we are trying to convince him that bedtime should be a more reasonable 7 or 8). But, last night, Jerry took them both so I could go and run.
It was awesome.
I went out at about 7 pm, when the night is a bit more bearable -- temp-wise -- and did a 3 miler. It took me 34:04, and I think my average pace was about 11:25/mile. Still slow, but 15 seconds faster per mile than what I started with a few weeks ago!
It was so nice to be back and showered before 8 pm. Norah was asleep by then, so the only thing left to do in the evening was pace the house holding Caleb for an hour. And, actually, to give credit where it's due: After an hour, I had to hand him off (the boy is HEAVY) and Jerry's the one who eventually got him to fall asleep. (When Norah was a baby, I nicknamed Jerry "the baby whisperer" because he always had the magic touch -- or timing -- to get a cranky baby to sleep. With Caleb, he still holds his "whisperer" title.)
I'm hoping I can either convince Jerry, or get him drunk enough, to repeat the favor tonight because I really liked last night!