I wanted to rip off my own head, lodge it at the kids like a bowling ball, and say, "Here. I'm finished. You won."
This afternoon I came home, stunned, and ate half a bowl of tuna fish and two rainbow cookies in front of an MTV marathon of America's Next Top Model. Then I dragged myself off the couch and went out for a fast, furious run. I ran until I was warm and until I was sure that the kids weren't going to break me. I ran as if my second graders were chasing me. In a way, they were.
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i'm so sick of the america's next top model marathon. its never ending!?! now if it were a hills marathon you wouldn't see me getting up for the couch to run anywhere.
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