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 The idea of “SuperMom” has been replaced by a philosophy of “real deal parenting” where a marathon mom tries to keep pace with a 5-year old providing constant on-the-job training.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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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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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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Dylan probably ranks losing with drinking Castor Oil (not that he's ever done that!). But crying while watching SportsCenter highlights has got to stop if we're going to survive the big Kindergarten Bingo Game!!!
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