The window of opportunity for going for a run is relatively small in a two-toddler household. I've learnt by now that, when that window presents itself, it should be grabbed with both hands and embraced.
Yesterday morning J-Bear woke up at 05:45 a.m., the usual time, giving us exactly 15 minutes to get up, get dressed, change his diaper, grab him a juice and a snack, and head out the door for our early-morning run. Experience has taught me that heading out the door any later than 06:00 a.m. starts interfering with our "get-ready-for-the-workday" activities, which in turn leads to a rushed, teary chaos for the kids, which, of course, isn't ideal. So 06:00 a.m. it is.
But back to yesterday. We were right on schedule and just about to head out the door at 06:02 a.m., when J-Dawg had a huge diaper blow-out (poor Bear is teething). Okay, so on to Diaper Change No. 2. [Side note: "Diaper change" sounds all quick and innocent, but believe me, it's not. J is at a stage now where Will and I change his diapers as a two-man team. He. Just. Won't. Lay. Still.] I changed the dirty diaper in record time, strapped J into the stroller and flew out the door at 06:11. We were pushing it time-wise, but I was convinced that we would make up the lost 11 minutes elsewhere in our morning routine.
As we started running, I just couldn't shake the dirty-diaper smell. I checked and re-checked if J had had a second blow-out, but all was clear. And then I saw it: The back of my lily white running shirt (the only clean one left in my cupboard) was covered in poop. Okay, not quite covered, but lets just say that it wasn't lily white anymore. Drat. I was faced with a tough decision: Head back home and skip the run, or continue running with the poopy shirt... And of course you know which option won: We finished our run, stinky shirt and all.
Back home we were greeted by Will and Miss K's "what's-that-smell" faces, right after which Miss K pointed out, to my horror, that, in addition to the white-shirt-diaper-blow-out, a bird had also pooped on my shoulder. More poop. Lovely.
Just keeping it real, folks - a morning in the life of a running mama! Happy weekend!