It's just another Manic Monday

I don't think any of us wanted to get out of bed this morning. Sometimes two days just isn't enough. The boys had to re-coop from their illness, which by the way, wasn't Swine flu thank you very much.

Jackson loves Kindergarten. Everything about it, and practically skips into the classroom every morning barely bidding me farewell. Every day he brings home a daily planner. It's the lines of communication between the parent and the teacher. Each day they get a star in their planner if they behave, and a comment by the teacher if they don't. We have to sign off each night, and send it back the next day. Today Jackson came home without a star. The comment read..."a lot of talking rather than working". Excuse me, what? JACKSON? Out of my two, Jackson is the shy, quiet, reserved one. Especially in new, crowded environments. We would expect this comment from RJ's teacher. But my little Jackson? Not in a million. Turns out, Ray and I are a bit thrilled about this comment. I am so relieved that he loves his new school and his new friends so much that he wants to talk to them rather than be a brainiac, which is what he normally is. Yes, of course we will mention to him that he needs to pipe down and get crack a lackin' on his work, but we will not make a big issue out of it at all. This time;) Oh, and by the way, who invented the car line? It's pure hell. Starting tomorrow, I will be having Jackson walk over to the Montessori with the other after-school Montessori kids and pick him up there-strictly to avoid the car line. Ugh!

Ray has found a new hobby! He is now an official mountain biker. He and "Mr. Bob" (how the boys address our neighbor and friend down the street) have taken a liking to slinging mud with rubber tires for two hours on Sunday mornings. You don't know how happy this makes me. I don't know why I'm so happy about it, probably because he's finally starting to do things for himself rather than just the kids and me. He so deserves two hours (and then some) to himself. He works hard. He's an amazing dad. And he doesn't suck as a husband either.

I've started un-official half-marathon training once again. I went for my first run in a long time on Sunday morning. I guess I went four miles. It felt so good. I went around Twin Lakes just in time for sunrise (from Shannon's blog). I had my Ipod blasting and was having such a good run. I thought of Robin a lot, and missed her, and cried, and ran some more. I love crying while I run. I know it sounds nuts, but it's just one of those things you wouldn't understand unless you're a runner. It's so therapeutic on so many levels, you really can't go wrong. A therapy session/workout for free=what's not to love? I'm glad I took the summer off from running, but also glad to be back in it. One of my neighbors almost had me convinced to do the Disney Marathon (26.2miles) in January, but I smartened up. No, I don't doubt that I could. I just really want to focus on other things right now and training for a marathon takes a LOT of dedication and time, both of which I cannot give right now. So I told myself one more year of the half, then next year if all goes well, the FULL. But for now, Disney Princess Half Marathon-here I come again! Hopefully with my friend, Sarah, in tow. (Yeah, that's you Woodyer!)