Mommy of the Year

Tonight, as a special treat, Scouter suggested that I go for a run.

Now, it is a really sweet gesture but in all fairness you should know that it is only one he makes when I am being a royal bitch. I'm pretty sure he's been counting down the minutes until daylight savings for... um, let's go with the last three months... hoping that something will make me nice. I was going to say "nice again" but opted for just "nice" for obvious reasons.

So anyway, as I was leaving, the kids met me in the garage all excited to run with me. I reflected briefly on Annnnn's sweet run with her daughter, and then I said no. Absolutely not.

But admittedly I felt a little guilty and I was vacillating in my head. I could easily cave. Just then, Taz looked up at me with his sweet little face and batted his big beautiful eyes and said, "Mommy?"

I felt myself starting to crumble. "Yes, darling?"

"Your really need to run. You're getting faaaaaaatttttttt."

Okay then. Solo run it is.
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