Man, I’m so behind keeping this up-to-date on fun stuff. I swear. As of today, we’ve had Princess Pumpkin two weeks and a day.
What’s funny about life, is that you can have this plan, and this routine, and everything under control, and then it all just… changes. So if you tell your life your plan, basically:
And while I’m barreling my way through this deployment, suddenly I’m like:
But it’s like a really HAPPY kind of rake hitting me in the face. So maybe I’m a little stressed out, but I’m still like:
But if we’re keeping it real, which I always try to do, well… adjusting to a new baby in the house while maintaining the schedule of the other 4 boys is kind of like:
But really, I’m adjusting, and starting to get back my groove. Yes, I’ll blog on this separately, don’t you worry, but really, I’m blissed out. Stressed a wee bit, and struggling to find a new routine with our little Pumpkin, but most days, when I have a second to take a breath, I’m like:
And yes, I know fostering is temporary, and that there’s the inevitability our little Pumpkin leaving, but for right now:
So yeah, enough about the awesome baby! Point here is, I’m BACK to finding my blogging routine. 😉
So, everyone remembers THIS, right? Where Running Woman flew in from Colorado to run the Color Vibe 5K? The one where I started like:
And basically ended all:
So the next weekend, I’m a massive bunch of nerves, because a good friend of mine, who we’ll introduce here as Dirty Girl (since that’s where we’re headed, I promise she showers), head to Buffalo for the Dirty Girl Mud Run.
A quick history on Dirty Girl? Well, her husband and Jason have been besties since flight school. We have their class picture on that sexy little Apache, and those two are standing side by side, trying to look all bad ass. Five years later, they’re in the same company, in Afghanistan, standing side by side in in their badassery. Seriously. The army can kick ass some days when it brings friends back together. So Dirty Girl and I have been friends 5 years, since Rucker, and while she lives about an hour away, and isn’t always a main fixture in my life, she’s someone I can always trust, which means a lot.
Back to the run:
A night without the kids? In adult company? Um…
Right, so I leave the boys with a sitter (remember, Pumpkin isn’t here yet), and we head to Buffalo. 3 1/2 hours later of girl chat, we check into our very… um… unique hotel, thanks to hotwire, grab some dinner, and the exhaustion of the week catches up with me. You want to know our idea of a fun night? Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’re not at the bar, no, we’re in our hotel room, checking out websites that offer organic, local produce in the North Country. I can’t make this stuff up. Yeah, so we’re eye’ing the grassfed beef until we’re like: