The continued prayer is, “Lord keep me focused. Keep my mind stayed on You. Help me to bring You praise. I know You believe in me. Please help me in my unbelief. Amen.”
I woke up early to get this one in. It was the first one I’d done since I donated blood a week ago. Yes, folks! A week ago.
No, it doesn’t take a week to recover from leaving a pint of your juices with strangers but it took my schedule a week to recover.
Last night was the first night that I had free and clear to get in a relaxing, easy 3. Chris was working from home and Jayda was having a blast spending the day with her grandmother at Disneyland. Isn't she cute?
All I had to do was pick up Jordan from the BGC, drop him off at home, gear up and hit the road! Jayda would be home by the time I got back, so I would have to miss her arrival and all the “I’ve missed you soooo much” hugs, but I *had* to get this run in!!!!
I called home at noon and told my loving spouse, “I gotta get a run in tonight”. He said, “You can run tonight.”
Sweet! Finally the stars are aligned in my favor. I will get my run in tonight! The anticipation was of orgasmic proportions!
Then I get the call at 4 o’clock….. “Babe, I’ve been invited to play some stupid online game with the guys at the office today at 5p.” (That may not be exactly what he said, but it’s definitely what I heard).
I calmly state my case, “I’m supposed to run tonight. I need you to be home with the kids. We already talked about this.” I mean, c’mon... My logic is unassailable here!
But I yielded to the inevitable when he asked, “So I can’t go?”
Of course, he could go….. Damn it!
That meant the only way I was going to get a run in was if I woke up early to do it.
The early bird run is not my favorite option, of course, but it probably is the best option. It’s probably why organized races all start at the break of dawn.
So I went back to my loving Spouse and said, “I’m going to wake up early and get my run in”. To which he replied, “Oh, well can you wake me up too? As long as you’re up, I’ll leave at 6:30a so I can get to work at 7:00a.”
Here is where I completely lost my cool….
Long story short, I got up at 6:00am and left for my run…. And Chris stayed home with the kids and didn’t leave until I got back. And we have a new understanding about how what he wants to do isn’t any more important than what I want to do.
Looks like I’ll be getting more support when I need a run from now on….
It’s never good when Mom goes all “Volcanic Bitch”. It’s best to just let her get her run in.
show him who's BOSS....
ReplyDeleteHey Coach!
DeleteI am a born and raised Southern Baptist Lady. So when I got married I agreed that he would be boss and I love that.
But as a manager of people in my professional life, it has been my experience that being "the boss" is rarely about doing what you want to do. It's about making sure your staff works as a team and making sure the team has what it needs. That's what a good boss does.
Chris, being a super-good boss, is typically very good about seeing that I get what I need. He just happened to miss a beat this time. That was when another Southern tendancy came to the surface. It went something like, "Oh HELLLL NAW! LOL! And like a good boss, he listened.
He's just not programmed to think it's important and it's funny because the kids absolutely know that Mom gets downright angry when too many days have passed between runs.