After I had gotten on the treadmill and showered I checked in on the little sprout.
Zonked. In his bed. Tucked in.
The kid knows how to take care of himself after all.
I'm hoping tonight the shenanigan only lasts 15 minutes. Heck. If I'm hoping... I hope it doesn't happen at all! I hope we give him his bath, jammy him up, lay him in bed, he tells us what wonderful parents we are, then closes his eyes and sleeps until 10 AM.
Yeah. That's what I hope happens.
I also hope all this treadmill crap pays off. I'm doing 2.5 miles in 30 minutes. It's one of those built in programs. You know.. you start on a 2 and it's like... I'm not even moving! So you bump it up to a 4... and the treadmill re-adjusts the whole thing... so you end up running at an 8. When you were supposed to max out at 6. And you're pretty sure that anyone with shorter legs than you couldn't run at an 8. And you're sprinting and talking yourself out of standing on the sides for a second. And the timer is running down and you only have to run for 7 more seconds. Three. Two. ErrrrrrRRRRRRRRR! <-- Incline. Speed 5. Incline 8. Yeah. I stand on the side for part of that.
But I'm sweaty and that feels good. And I'm sleeping better. But I think that's because Joey sleeps all night now.
Currently on the look out for a running song.
I've been listening to a LOT of Eminem when I'm on there. Could be the gray sweatpants I'm wearing.
But, if you come within 15 feet of the garage around 8 o'clock.. you'll here some breathless karaoke to "The Way I Am."
Last year's A to Z: U is for Uncertainty.
