Love productive Saturdays

Let's be serious. I hate waking up early. I would sleep in until 1pm if no one woke me up. Perhaps 10am if I'm feeling a little spry. There are those few occasions where I am actually happy that I woke up early, and today was definitely one of those days. We all woke up in a good mood. We got our tire replaced and went to the Ben McAdams pancake breakfast. The cutest little girl was there and was so happy that Paulie was there to entertain her.

She says to me, "One time, when I was little....I stepped on a bee...and its stinger hurt me...and Isaid OW OW...and then I cried." Then she darted off to the playground. That was it. That was all she wanted to tell me.

It's those occasions that I remember why I want to have kids. A lot of times I catch myself wondering if I really do want to deal with rowdy, misbehaved children. That's when Josh reminds me that if you raise your kids correctly, that won't happen. Kids these days just don't have manners; neither do their parents.

After breakfast I made a very daunting journey to the gym, hoping that i would be able to run at least 12 miles. The half marathon is in two weeks after all. I became very angry upon completion of my six miles because none of the t.v.'s attached to the treadmills were actually working. So I asked myself, what does my yearly gym maintenance fee go to? That's when I nearly punched the treadmill. I decided to refocus my anger on completing my run and made it to mile ten in the cardio cinema. It wasn't until I walked outside that I realized I had two perfect round sweat circles on my boobs. I am one classy dame.

The day ended with a fun dinner at Mom and Rick's house, eating prime rib and dying easter eggs. Today was worth getting up at 7am.