running February 13 2007
Ok, so i ran today. for an hour. it was awesome, was one of my better runs lately. I started to get that feeling you know, the feeling nicely exhausted but not dead tired. Like walking home afterwards was alright, i could feel my legs but they were still carrying me at least. progress….trust me.
In other, more infuriating news. My 4yr old child kicked me today on the way home.
KICKED. ME.
And barely lived to tell about it. He is currently banned from the TV till tomorrow sometime and i have confiscated his CARS movie until further notice. And if he kicks me again I might eat it.
Can you believe that?
Think back…to any point in your childhood and now imagine KICKING YOUR MOTHER in the calf, in the calf that she spent an hour running on. Now imagine just how hard she would’ve back handed you across the room. My mom? May have actually drawn blood and then kicked my ass all the way to bed room…for like a week.
And yet my child still breaths and remains in the living room…breathing and not bleeding much.
Yeah, yeah but WHAT did you do to HIM??
He’s doesn’t seem like an unprovoked kicker!
Such control you exercised! Maybe it was the run. Sapped all the energy you needed to administer a good ass whuppin. Lucky kid. For the record - your mom & my mom went to the same school of discipline. We never made the same mistake twice, that’s for sure!
mine don’t do physical harm — they go for the emotional jugular. The Elder Child once glared at me, rolled his eyes, and just grumbled, “Old Woman.” Eeep — that was worse than a stake to the heart! And he was 3 at the time!