I have become my mother.....SHIT!

I find myself thinking like how my mother must have when I was a kid.  I guess this is what mothers just do.  My questions are:

Why must kids always slam doors?
Why can't they turn their clothes right side out before hitting the laundry basket?
If they wear it for 5 minutes why is it right in the laundry basket to be washed?
Their lives revolve around SNACKS!  Why can't they just eat their damn meal?
How comes kids never shut the hell up?  The questions all day long are killing me!
Why can't they just keep their hands off each other?  Why must they always wrestle?
Why do they always ask why?  Because your mother said so that is why!

WOD today was 20 lunges, 10 burpees, 25 sit ups for time = 9:17 followed by a 5K run for time = 26:33.  It was supposed to be a 15K run but I'll be plugging in 12 miles on Saturday so I opted to just do a 5K.  I felt good the whole time but running on the treadmill just sucks.

I had another massage on my ass at 10 a.m. right after my workout.  Of course it was heavenly and felt great!  My butt is doing pretty good.  A bit sore but not as bad.  Maybe the massage is helping it out!  Who knows.

Took Roxy to Fleet Feet with me afterwards to pick up some body glide for my race and scope out the store.  I did buy some fun stuff for the raffle at our last tri.

Home for lunch, nap, sweep and mop the kitchen floor, vacuum the den, do a load of laundry and off to a DR apt. for 2:45 p.m.  Thank you Mom for coming to watch the kids for me. 

Looks like a disc in my back is crooked and rubbing against a nerve causing the pain in my ass.  In time it will go away but they can give me a cortisone shot to numb the nerve for now.  I have an apt on June 7th for the shot but I may opt not to have it.  Right now I feel good (can change any minute) so I will decide after my 1st race if I need it or not.  Tomorrow and Friday I will be sitting all day so it could get ugly.

Got a sub for class tonight because there was a Remembrance Service for lost loved ones from this past year.  My stepmother was going and so wasn't my sister so I felt as though I should have been there as well for my Dad.  Sorry for skipping class tonight guys!  Tons of people there and the service was beautiful and of course it made me cry.  Dammit!  I did find one part funny, we were to light our candles from this one large candle at the front of the church while they were reading off every body's names.  I got to the candle and went to light mine and the damn thing blew out.  I had to laugh because all I could do is look up and say "Nice Dad!"  He's not a church man so he was probably screwing with me.  If you believe in that crazy kind of stuff.

Went to my sister's house afterwards and sat outside with her and my stepmother and had a class of wine.  A good ending to the crazy day/night.

25 more days until the big race.......oh boy!  I'm getting nervous!