Day late, and a dollar short...story of my life. I'm using this as a weekend thing instead.
I confess...
I had french fries 3 (yes, THREE!) days this week. My "Thirty-Day French Fry Challenge" is over and done with(I made it 41 days with no fries, thank you very much), and I made up for all 41 days in one short week.
I inspired myself after I wrote Love Letter to My Kids, and made HOME MADE cookies on Thursday...one of the kids asked, "Are those REALLY home made?". Yes, son they are, now don't go expecting these on a weekly basis.
I confess...
I really wanted to punch a soccer teammate of my 2nd graders today at their soccer game. Number 1 was playing the goalie(as it was drizzling, cold, windy, and just plain miserable out), and the opposing team kicked one right at #1...he jumped and caught it...only to have it slip out of his frozen, wet hands...score for opposing team. His teammate ran over and yelled, "What were you thinking?". As if he didn't feel bad enough already. I could read it on his face...he was trying so hard not to cry as he ran off the field with a sub-in. He came over and ran into my arms as the tears streamed down his face. I confess...the tears welled up in my eyes too, as I was telling my son what an "awesome job he did, and it was so close". Thank the Lord for awesome coaches to come and rescue
I confess...
I really wanted to go for a run this morning...but now that it's so cold, windy, and rainy out, I decided I didn't want to run today after all...MARK THIS ONE DOWN ON THE CALENDAR, there's not a lot of days where I do NOT want to run, and don't feel guilty about missing a run if I do.
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