7 Quick Takes Friday!


So I started running again this week. I ran every morning except yesterday, when I woke up feeling sick and figured that was enough of an excuse to sit around and watch TV all day. (I cleaned and baked bread in the afternoon out of sheer guilt, though.)

I hate the postpartum return to running. It’s the most embarrassing and awkward thing ever. I mean, this is what I want to look like, and on good days this is even how I feel inside:

But then I catch a glimpse of my shadow or my reflection in one of the canals and realize that I actually look like this:

Minus the smile

This wasn’t that big of a deal when I lived in Vegas and Dallas. There, I could anonymously run down the street and not be too terribly embarrassed, because I literally didn’t know a single person. Here, every person who passes me either lives on my street or on the other side of the Piazza. I know them all. So on top of the literal pain of running, there’s the pain of swallowing my dignity and being like, “yes, I am awkward, un-athletic and jiggly. Keep driving, please.” It’s not fun, but I’m addicted to endorphins, especially now that my seratonin is on strike. So I bite the bullet and run. Or, you know, walk/jog extremely slowly while huffing.


I’m also almost finished with this book that I started three weeks ago. I’ve been reading it slowly because I’m really enjoying it. This week I’ve started sitting down with the book and my one (wah!) daily cup of coffee and reading in our sitting room with the windows open. It’s extremely peaceful for the 2.5 minutes that someone is not crying/screaming/hitting their sibling. I highly recommend this book to everyone, and am going to post on it soon, because it’s so wonderful. And it makes me want to visit a Benedictine monastery SO badly, but the closest one is a 3 hour drive. Boo.


Did you catch that detail in the last paragraph? With the windows open? Oh yes, dudes, it is FINALLY winter in Florida! 74 degree days! 50 degree mornings! 50 degree nights! Open windows! Long-sleeved shirts, sometimes! The occasional breeze!

I’m beyond happy. I love cold weather, and even though this is the closest I’m going to get to “cold” for the next year at least, I’m grateful for it. I even had a window-to-window conversation with my next door neighbor yesterday. It’s really fun living in a place where you can chat with your neighbors across your open windows.


Until I start yelling at the kids. Then it’s embarrassing, even if the kids totally deserve it. (They do, the little scoundrels.)


And because this is the internet, my next quick take has to be a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I never curse at my children. I sometimes curse at the dishwasher, the washing machine, the broom and the vacuum, but almost always when the kids are out of earshot. And those rare-ish times when I fail at self-control, I put Tabasco on my tongue while my kids watch. Cause that’s the punishment for swearing in our house. Unfortunately it doesn’t work very well with Charlotte, who loves Tabasco. Sometimes she says, “what the hell” and then goes and gets the Tabasco sauce herself.


Seriously, where’s my trophy?


And now I must leave you, because of this:

Go see Jen for more quick takes!  Happy Friday!

  • http://www.thewinedarksea.com MelanieB

    Laughing so hard about Charlotte and the Tobasco. That’s Sophie and Anthony. They love hot and spicy. So far I haven’t needed to institute a no swearing rule because, while I do sometimes slip, they aren’t picking it up. The closest we got was when Bella started saying, “Damage!” But Dom soon quashed that.

    Lincoln’s face in those photos kills me. Poor little guy!

  • http://www.fountainsofhome.blogspot.com Christy

    Hey-I wouldn’t take the tabasco and I swore as I ran to stop the baby from dumping the full potty all over the floor this morning so that deserves an award in my book, or at least a drink!

    And wow on the running! It totally sucks running post-partum…

    • http://rau.3littlefoxes.com LindaF

      Or, even just very heavy, particularly in the boobs. Running bras just don’t handle the bounce.

  • Sarah B.

    Charlotte is my hero. I need to get back to some running, thanks for the reminder.

  • Kara Nutt

    If she likes the tabasco, try apple cider vinegar…. :) Seriously, that made me laugh.
    With our son, we’ve tried to explain that there are no “bad” words, just inappropriate words. Some words are inappropriate for our whole family, some are just inappropriate for a 5 year old. Seems to be working so far, but he started Kindergarten this year so we’ll see what he comes home with.

  • http://www.eafromtheheart.blogspot.com Maggie @ From the Heart

    Girl, you are a super hero. I’m just now starting to go on walks and even that makes me feel tired and worn out.
    I am HORRIBLE about cussing in front of Joe. And he is definitely at that age where he repeats… but so far nothing bad has come out. However, I do have a fear that he’ll start yelling “SHIT!” in the middle of Mass…

  • Ted Seeber

    Ah, now that’s what I needed after this week.

    Lincoln, boy, I feel the same way.

  • http://hannahandhorn.blogspot.com/ Hannah

    Do you also live in an area where people think you running means either 1) something is wrong and you need help or 2) you need a ride?

  • http://Geeklady.wordpress.com GeekLady

    Oh swearing is such a hard thing to deal with around kids. I have a variety of griping words I usually manage to substitute… raggle fraggle, monkey feathers, redacted, a few others. But my brother in law swears like a low vocabulary sailor, and he will not reign it in around David.

    Charlotte is still better than David, who will ‘present’ for a (justly deserved) spanking with the ‘tude of “I’m not sorry and I can take anything you dish out, lady.”

  • http://www.grace-filled.net jen

    I second the apple cider vinegar suggestion for Charlotte. Even plain distilled vinegar might work.

  • http://smoochagator.wordpress.com Smoochagator

    Awww, angry Lincoln :-(

    I bet your neighbors are thinking, “Gee, I wish I had the discipline to run every morning like she does.” Even if you’re awkward, un-athletic and jiggly, you’re still ahead of us who ate awkward, in-athlethic and jiggly ON THE COUCH.