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My original plan for today was to walk a 5k with the baby strapped to my back and the four year old holding my hand.
I am guessing this is how it would have gone: Like all my great ideas, horribly wrong.
My guess is, shortly after the start, Lillian would get antsy and begin knocking herself back in forth in her carrier, causing me to be yanked side to side. As she is throwing herself around like a caged jackalope, she would also have her sticky fingers wrapped in my hair, using it as the reigns by which to steer me. Instead of a “put together” athletic mom, I would look more like a drunken hobo. Or like
During my drunken hobo/crazy llama transformation, Jeremiah would get sick of walking. He stubbed his toe yesterday and this would be about the time he would remember and use it as a reason to throw himself to the ground, screaming in agony. He would refuse to walk a step further, lie on his back in the middle of the race, and scream at the top of lungs how badly his toe hurt. (He is dramatic. Just like his momma.) I would try to follow suit, but, having a baby on my back, would be unable. Forced to continue, I would now be drunkenly swerving down the path, dragging a four year old behind me. For 5 kilometers.
Luckily, God chose to intervene. Lillian woke up with a terrible cold so I was unable to attend the race. So instead, on this Saturday morning I am lying in bed, watching TV, browsing around facebook, and drinking coffee. The LORD knew I would like this much better.
Thanks God. You know me so well.