Right now, I’m listening to Vince and his three friends downstairs make a ruckus. Every weekend Vince wants to have a sleepover. I should be grateful that my son has many friends. I should be grateful that I get thanked for having the “cool hang-around house” by the other parents. Do I admit we have the “cool hang-around house” because we are always home? Maybe I don’t want to own the “cool hang-around house”. Ah, who am I kidding? I love being at home, I want everything to exist within a 2 mile radius of the house. And almost everything does. Depending on the mix of personalities at the sleepover, the activity level changes. Most of the time they are quiet. This week they are not so quiet. I do not want to go downstairs lest I see a smashed watermelon, hear jokes about farts or just have to watch them eat.
I took Edda to do a follow up blood draw on Lyme. Reading the test is kind of complicated, the dr took some time to explain the meaning of each of the 12 bands and how it’s interpreted. I’m glad she walked me through it because I had opened up the email earlier and then got all emotional and I couldn’t really figure out how to read it correctly.
I’ll give you a sample of Edda’s weekday hair done by Keyla. She is my hair idol.
I ran a race this morning. I’m an infrequent racer, but a diligent trainer.
I paced it all backwards which I attribute to it being summer: 8:05 / 8:13 / 8:45 and then the last bit at 7:20 pace. I didn’t hug every turn or straighten every curve, so I ended up running 3.17 miles – overall I ran 8:18 pace. But no one cares about the fact that you ran too far because a race is a race from start to finish: my 5K was closer to 8:30 pace.
Edda and Jeremy and I escaped the insanity that was our house this afternoon (with the 4 farting boys and all)…
We went to go shoot some hoops and take a nap.