It took me a year, but I finally -FINALLY- can deadlift over my bodyweight! Not only do I get to use the big girl plates, but I’m adding to them. That probably makes me happier than it should. I don’t have a lot of goals with my workouts. I actually can’t think of any goal that I have been striving for other than that. And I did it!!
This past Saturday, Oliver participated in a soccer tournament that was not part of his regular season. It started ridiculously early. Who in the world wants to start a soccer game at 8am?? Oh. The soccer people. Ugh. But, he had fun. Tied the first game, lost the second game and won the final game. Every player got a trophy since they technically weren’t supposed to be keeping score; it’s all for fun, you know. The day actually didn’t go so bad until…..Until….my beloved 4 year old. Oh, my dear, dear boy. I suppose in the end it’s my fault. Isn’t it always the mother’s fault in the end? He was wore out and way cranky so I held him and made him shut his eyes. After a few minutes I asked him if he needed to potty. He assured me the answer was no. Repeatedly. Once he realized I was serious about keeping his eyes shut and being still, he suddenly needed to potty. Naturally, I said no. Repeatedly. So, he peed on me. Right on my lap. The best part of that was his response. “I told you I needed to potty.” I was torn between beating him and praising him for his caustic tongue. Pretty sure I chose the smart route and kept my mouth shut. I ended up missing all but the last minute of the final game since I had to go home and change. Motherhood, so glamorous. That moment was a definite lose.
I haven’t been making many fun new recipes lately. There is a coffee cake that I’m wanting to try, maybe later this evening.