Moms Go Running

This evening, after Caleb had gone to bed, I found Norah in the kitchen getting two cups of water from the fridge.  On the counter, she'd already gotten out a bag of microwave popcorn and "the popcorn bowl." 

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"I'm getting water and popcorn ready for Daddy and me," she told me, continuing with: "We're gonna play cards, eat popcorn, and watch some TV."

"You are?  Well, that sounds like fun," I told her.  "But what about me?  What's Mom gonna do?"

"Ummm," she paused before saying, "You're gonna go running."

True dat.



I stuck around for 2 hands of Old Maid, and then I changed and headed out for my 4 miler.

Since I'd been home all day with the kidlets, and was feeling a little worn, it sure was tempting to hang out at home, watch some "Annie," and munch on some popcorn, but I always know that a run will serve me better.

So, I left them to their Daddy-Daughter time, and 40 minutes later, I returned home sweaty and satisfied.