Run Lola Run

I went for a run this morning starting off in a pretty grumpy mood. See my sweet peanut was in the emergency room last night, and we were going back to the doctor this morning. Mr. T. had left to go to Memphis with his family to site see. A hurricane was coming and it was windy and nasty. My muscles were tight, and I kept having to stop because my shoulders and neck were tightening up. Grr.

Peanut had a cold that had settled in her chest. She was horse on Wednesday, and Friday morning she was having a hard time breathing. I thought it was just a cold, but after her teacher called Friday afternoon to tell me there were issues, I knew she should go to the doctor. I got her in on Friday afternoon, and they gave her two breathing treatments with instructions to take her to children's if she started wheezing again. Just when we got home, I noticed she was wheezing again. We went to the hospital. She is better now. She has an armload of medication for croup and asthma like symptoms. We will know later if we need to manage her for asthma.

It was pretty nerve racking. I thought were going to have to stay the night and I was trying to figure out how to juggle both Will and peanut. Not that Mr. T. couldn't stay with her, but I know she needs her momma. I am the one that takes care of things, gets her food, make her lay down, brings in movies, but Will needs me too.

So I ran. and ran. I thought about how unfair it is for poor peanut and how to give her the attention she needs while giving Baby P the attention he needs. I thought about my Masters and how that needs to be finished. I was mad at Mr. T. for going away when I really needed him and not my mom as a stand in for him.

But as I ran, I started to feel better. I realized that I really need to work out more. I am glad I am training for this half marathon. I think it will help not only physical fitness, but it will also help my mental fitness.

Now it is time for a nap. When managing a 2.5 year old on steroids, I will need all the rest I can get.