We were out and about last night and Annie asked Gracie "Isn't your birthday in May, in a couple of weeks?"
I thought this was odd as we've been talking about it since last week, planning her party and what not. Annie was right there among the discussions. Duh.
This morning I sent her upstairs to get dressed for the day. I hear hear fumbling around and then,
"WHOA. OH MY GOSH!"
"GRACIE'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?"
Oh dear. I blame it on stress over the MSP math section.
It's been a little crazy around here the past two weeks. My dad had a heart attack to weeks ago today. While he's doing GREAT (aside from his super bum hip that can't be replaced for a year now), it's hard not to worry, worry, worry. He had THREE stints put in. Now he needs to work on his diet and exercise to lose a little bit o' weight in his tummy. I'm so proud of him and my mom. They joined the local Y and started biking every other day. You can be sure I'll ask them every other day if they went. I'm kind of a nag like that.
A week later there was this half marathon run I'd signed up for. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My training was going pretty well, until the NY trip that is. I FELL OFF THE RUNNING WAGON. Stupid race. Ok, it wasn't stupid at all. It was actually very lovely. It didn't rain. It was however windy. Good thing my ass is so huge, it wasn't like I was going to blow away or anything. I SET A PR!!! Unfortunately it was a PR for my SLOWEST HALF EVER. 12 minutes SLOWER than my best time.
I ran really great (for me) until around mile 6. About 8:40-8:45 minute miles. Then I totally crapped out. I remember seeing the turning around for the 10K (6 miles) and thinking, I should just turn around here. I would have had a great time.
WARNING: shameless plug for my husband. Can I just tell you how great he's been about everything that happened with my dad? He totally took care of me all weekend long and into the next week. Then he drove me to my half and picked me up (in case I got sick after). He's pretty awesome.
Now it's my turn to take care of him this week. He hasn't gotten home from work until at least mid night all week. So my taking care of him consists of the following: 1. not nagging about when he'll be home 2.not calling to bother him at work. 3. texting him to remind him it's his mother's birthday (which he remembered but appreciated me looking out for him. )
And tomorrow...well tomorrow our Gracie girls turns 12. Just a few inches shorter than me and the same size foot now. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? We did a little 12 year old photo shoot last night. Here's a sneak...