Another day down

It is yet another day and though it was nothing like yesterday, it was still okay. Thing 3 decided to cut my walk early because apparently, we had other plans today. I am confused at this thing that is motherhood. Is there some gene that I am lacking because I really just don't feel that maternal. I see these women who can console their children and who speak softly to them and the children listen. I am just not one of those women. I struggle with my children because of who I perceive them to be and also who I want them to be. Not that my children are that bad, I just think that they should behave considering their ages. Is that too much to ask? Really? I think I must have missed that class in heaven but I got extra credit in my sarcasm class because I can do that and not even realize it. But alas, I am wondering if perhaps Thing 3 is a bit sick or at the very least has an upset stomach. My sister thinks it is just something that I ate not agreeing with the baby. Who knows. I thought for a moment that perhaps some lactic acid was crossing over into my milk and therefore upsetting Thing 3's tummy but I'm not so sure. I keep reading about fussy children and that it is just normal and kids outgrow it by...oh, wait, that said that Thing 3 should have outgrown it by now. I guess my child is just special. Yay for me. With the mass of children being born in my neighborhood one would think that I could find sympathy from a kindred mother but I really just think that maybe I breed dysfunctionality. Is that genetic? Hmmph, I'll have to look that one up.

As for the workout today, it was okay I suppose. My ankles and knees have been giving me trouble lately and I just keep thinking to myself that I am not old enough to be feeling this broken. I wonder at what age does is it acceptable to be feeling this broken. If 50 is the new 40 and 40 is the new 30, is 30 the new 20 and then from there we're all back in a pre-pubescent stage of life? I think I'll skip that. I think perhaps that all my extra weight is making itself known. Well let me tell you something, fat, your time here is running out and there is a bounty on your head! I have mini goals in place now and a walking challenge on dailymile. I have to get in 180 miles before the new year. As I just started yesterday, that means that I have to get in at least 15 miles a week without fail for the rest of the year. As long as I go every week day, I can make it! I have to start doing something. This fat isn't going to leave itself. My next mini goal will be to do crunches and push ups every morning before I leave my room. I suppose I'll have to pick a start date for that and it should probably be soon. Perhaps Monday is a good day to start. I guess 10 regular pushups and 100 crunches. Starting small but starting. Anyone want in on this? (Cricket chirps) I guess that is the empty void that is my readership. What a lonely world it is starting a blog.