The sleep of the innocent

Last night I slept like I hadn't slept in ages and when I was still dreaming I was completely confused about a few things. I didn't know whether to wake up or sleep in. I didn't know if the holiday had already passed. My Aaron is up in Minneapolis at a track meet (His relay team won first place! His brother's won third!) and I dreamed I was talking to him, but he was already home and that's what set the confusion in on me. My awake brain often questions my dreaming brain and there I was asking myself questions like When did Aaron get home? Do I go to work today? Are the kids still here? Other dreams had me equally confused and I wasn't clear about things when I woke up, either.

Maybe I slept so well due to the 5k I ran yesterday morning. As I turned the corner right before the finish line, I looked up at the clock and couldn't believe my eyes: It said 34 minutes!

What? I ran almost the entire route, I should be coming in between 30 and 32 minutes. I felt strong and I had decent form and I wasn't fatigued. Crap. I crossed the finish line at 34:38 and decided, after a pout, to take it as a warning: I need to train more for the half marathon in October. And maybe do a few more 5k events before then.

I filled up the bird feeders yesterday and within 90 minutes the first one was empty. But I just love seeing the greedy little monsters darlings sit in the chain link fence over by the garden.

At church this morning I thought of amusing ways to describe what it is like to get ready for church with two children and then I realized 90% of you already know what that's like and really it isn't all that amusing because I am not Erma Bombeck, God rest her hilarious soul. At least I am no longer in a one bathroom house with a teenaged girl. Now that was murder on a Sunday morning.

Have a happy day!