HI EVERYBODY, HI HI HI.
This is the one where I curse myself for wasting that title What happened I blacked out on that blog post two weeks ago when it was entirely irrelevant.
Kenzie’s been sleeping like total shit lately, waking up an average of 80 times a night. (And if you dare utter the words six month sleep regression I will tear your face off your head and feed it to you.) On top of that, I got sick and spent the better part of a week convinced I had either whooping cough or the zombie plague or full-blown AIDS. Then we went to Chicago for a few days and I managed to climb out of my death bed and into about 10 gallons of Old Style. And I left my phone charger, laptop and the whole of the Internets at home, so I’ve pretty much been off the grid until now.
I’m happy to be alive and back in front of this screen! I’d like to tell you about road tripping with a six-month old, how I had to pump
breastbeer breastmilk in a nursing lounge at Wrigley Field and all the new and interesting beers I drank, but you probably don’t really give a shit, and anyway, there are much more pressing matters at hand: the Firecracker 6 is Wednesday morning and I’d really love to do it, but I’ve gone and–involuntarily, this time–taken another week off from running (save for a quick mile run with the kiddo this morning), and I’m certain I gained at least 37 pounds in Chicago. Seriously, I don’t know how all of you people out there aren’t fat. SO MUCH FOOD. (Another topic I’d love to write about but probably won’t get around to.)
My husband has to work July 4, so my only option is to take Kenz and run with the stroller. I can DO six miles, and I love running with the baby, but then I start thinking about bottles, diapers, wipes, driving downtown, parking, 90°F heat, baby sunscreen, pushing that fucking beast of a stroller amid the hordes of hobbyjoggers, not to mention being a hobbyjogger myself and the certainty that I will take an embarrassingly long time to finish the race; in short, a giant pain in the ass with little to no payoff save for possibly a breakfast cocktail with friends afterward.
I can’t wait.