The boys fell asleep during my run this morning. It was such a relief. They each fussed for a brief time. It seemed like an eternity but really it was just minor squawking. And what would I have done without them? They guarded me while I peed on the side of the trail. Their cute little faces peering over their snack trays at mom's naked butt squatting over a mound of dirt. Praying that none of the park rangers ride by....not like the last time. Embarrassing.
When my run was over, I wanted to run one more mile. I have to make it better. It can't end like this. It has to be perfect.
I never made Seany a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast this morning. I didn't play a game with Lillian today. I didn't hold Grady long enough. I didn't call my friend. I put Dempsey to bed too quickly, I didn't sing him a song. I didn't thank my parents enough for how much they love my children.
I made Sean's lunch for work today. I helped Lillian to make a card. I carried Grady to bed and laid with him. I sent my friend a funny note. I sang Dempsey three songs the next day. I called and said I love you.
Perfect enough. The other mothers will understand.