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Laugh and learn as this blog is a forum to share stories that will likely leave me out of “Mother of the Year” contention. The idea of “SuperMom” has been replaced by a philosophy of “real deal parenting” where a marathon mom tries to keep pace with a 5-year old providing constant on-the-job training. A great outlet for those who might not have it all, but dearly love what they have.
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Just returned from Thanksgiving in Sun City, Arizona, home of my in-laws. I love seeing them; however, I leave Kids Kastle for a place where Seniors Reign Supreme. For those not familiar with this Del Webb retirement community, you have to be at least...
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When Saturday morning rolls around, I shed my "mom skin" like a snake for a few hours. It begins around 5:15 a.m., when I hop in my husband's car -- the one without the booster seat -- and listen to music of my choice for a few minutes....
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Well, it hit me like a blast of air conditioning on a summer day in Texas -- I have lost all sense of focus. The realization came last week after I dropped 5-year old Dylan off at school. As usual, I'm frantic to deliver him on time and have everything...
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I'd like to think I'm an itsy-bit in control of my life, but leave it to a 5-year old to shatter that illusion. In my pre-mom days the idea of "control" was precious as a Fabergé egg. Now I fully recognize that egg has been heaved off...
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Consider my morning -- Endorphins popping like Rice Krispies after my brisk 6-mile run, I gulp my cup of water only to realize it's toothpaste backwash courtesy of Dylan, my 5-year old. Happy Monday. So I'm gagging on watermelon-flavored toothpaste...
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A great sight as I was out for my early morning run -- kids walking to school by the boatload! What the heck was going on? I never see so many children out so early in the morning. Then, I saw a boy who had to be about 10 carrying a sign, "Burn energy...
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So today I turn 39 -- standing oh-so-close to the point of questionable return -- the big 4-0! Actually, 40 is probably the new 30, and the number of years I've tallied doesn't bother me one bit. What baffles me though is w hen did this aging...
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I recently started my journey of running about 700 miles in 16 weeks. Final destination: White Rock Marathon in Dallas. Before you think I've tied my running shoes a bit too tight, leaving my brain oxygen deprived, consider my options: (A) Run with...
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