That was the first thought that blasted into my head when I walked into the kitchen yesterday morning and opened the refridgerator door for the coffee creamer. Moments later, as I reached in to remove the offending food, I accidently raked out the entire basket of eggs. And they fell. And they all broke. All 13 of them. On my running shoe.Which I was wearing.
* Please take a moment to reflect here that this was all BEFORE the first cup of coffee*
So there I stood. In my running shorts and multiple running bras(don't ask) and tank, hair hastily pulled back, running hat squashed on my head, with a long forgotten smelly piece of food in my left hand, and a dozen+ eggs oozing all over my right foot.
THAT was how the day began.
The day ended up being full of challenges and at one point that evening I found myself trapped in the dugout with 2 very large baseball coaches and 12, 10 yr old boys while the torrential rains blew in on us. This in and of itself wouldn't have been so bad, but one of the coaches decided to corner me and recount all of his latest parenting horror stories, in dealing with his eight year old. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO ME THE OTHER DAY?!" This gargatuan man must speak to you very loudly and all within an INCH of your face. Gah!! What could I possibly give you NOT to tell me....and to please respect my personal space a wee bit more?*shrug* I like hin though-good coach. ;-)
But the day wasn't all bad. That morning, I ended up wiping off my shoe and going for my run anyway. :-) ( ANd just FYI...egg yolk actually will seep through your shoe and into your sock....How sick is that??) After the baseball game was rained out, Race called and said that he was going to be able to make it home for the night! (excited squeal!) SO after picking up one kid from MMA, I dropped by the Outback and picked up salads, ribs and veggies and headed home. I got to spend an unexpected, relaxing dinner with Race and the kids. (Yes!)
After dinner, we all watched the Alaska Experiment ( HONESTLY, If I am ever stranded ANYWHERE with that Wise family, just shoot me), and we ended the night with a couple of rounds of submission Jiu Jitsu between Race and Jackson. (Yikes! the kid's getting good!)
So, here's to turning the day around!!
Cheers!
Melissa
7 comments:
It definitely ended better than it began! Thanks for sharing your adventures! You are always entertaining. My posts have been a tad more somber lately. I'm glad for the uplift.
I know you said not to ask, but c'mon, I hafta. Multiple running bras? Dude, I barely have enough to fill ONE. :D
LOL! 36C is NOT a good thing when running. ANd really, I need to break down and buy myself a really GOOD running bra, instead of piling on 2.It just gives me another reason to hate running.
And mark my words Kathy Jo, the pendulum......the boob pendulum of fashion, if you will....is about to swing back in your direction. Less Jessica Simpson, more Kierra Knightly. (Hey, do you think that there will be hordes of women lined up to REVERSE their boob jobs???)
Actually, I don't really think of myself as being on the small scale. After nursing four babies, I classify myself as having Saggy Native Boobs. :)
Ha! I know all to well that of which you speak. Call me Captain of the mighty ship "Matronly Boob". BWAHAHA! Can't you see a boat with the words "The Matronly Boob" painted asross the back of it??
I think the egg yolk seeping through my sock would have done me in. You're one tough cookie!
The end sounds wonderful. Although now I'm going to have to google the Wise family and the Alaska Experiment. There are only a handful of people I could handle being stranded somewhere with. I guess you could always glare at people and ask if they remember the PanAm flight crash when they start to drive you nuts...
Dy
Glad your day turned around! And yes, the Wise family has some serious issues!!
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