This was my set of complaints yesterday morning:
12:30 am, 1:50 am, 4 am, 5:30 am, 6 am
Pitter shares his teething joy/Daycare panic
9:01 am
When we arrive at the office, I realize that Sweet Cheeks and I have left my breast pump bag at home. We literally carry 6 bags and Pitter to the car on mornings we go in together and it was left behind in the madness. Now I’ll have to waste 30 minutes driving back and forth to get the pump in order to spend another 20 minutes using it–for the 1st of 3 uses while I’m at work.
9:10
My laptop will not hook up to the server and I waste 20 minutes fiddling with it until things pretty much magically function again.
9:40
Above my cube there is a banging racket that sounds disturbingly like someone is trying to punch through the ceiling via a heating duct.
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And then, it all turned around.
Sweet Cheeks and I went to a nice lunch together at a surprisingly good Italian restaurant in what from the outside looks a bit like a redone Jiffy Lube.
Later, I ran home from work, leaving Sweet Cheeks to pick Pitter up at daycare. I beat him home by 5 minutes. The Monon is less than half a mile from the office and nearly a 4 mile-straight shoot up to our apartment. It was nothing like running along the Charles River from the Boston office home to Brookline (I’ve decided the Monon is the best place to run around here, but at points, it’s a glorified alley). Also, it was 88 degrees, and so a bit of a sweaty jaunt. Howeber, it made me feel great to fit it into my day. This weekend I signed up for the Danskin Triathlon and shelled out the big bucks, so I have to get serious about training.
Sidenote: Does it make me odd that every time I see a Mom around my age pushing a baby jogger with a child under 2 on the Monon, I have to stop myself from pouncing on her and saying, Wanna be my friend? Pretty please??? I could just jog alongside you…I’ll be very quiet, I promise!
