Mother’s Day Recap

I’ll cut to the chase: the end of Mother’s Day found me in my too familiar spot, alone in a hotel room, preparing for a painfully early (6:15 AM) meeting that is a must attend situation.


I knew I had to go, but I procrastinated as much as possible to spend more time at home before packing up and hitting the road about 5 PM. An 11 mile stretch of road construction also padded my drive by an extra thirty minutes, which soured the experience even more.

The day leading up to that moment wasn’t too bad, though, despite MGM (9) waking me up at 5:45 AM to try and find a lost iPad.

With the crisis averted, I was able to successfully doze until about 8 AM.

Spouse made breakfast tacos while Trixie (8) and I read outside, coffee in hand (me).

Unfortunately, I tweaked a muscle in my left leg on Friday at Orangetheory Fitness, and running – normally a thing I love to do on Mother’s Day (see below) – was out of the question. After breakfast, the whole family went for a walk.

It was a beautiful day but both kids vociferously complained about being outside. The dog quit after about 10 minutes and had to be carried most of the way home. 

For the past three years, I’ve spent Mother’s Day running my favorite race, the RunDisney Tinkerbell Half Marathon, which is held in and around Disneyland. I’ve typically gone out to California on a Thursday, checked into my hotel and gone to the race expo, then spent Friday by myself at Disneyland, completing a 10K race Saturday and the half on Sunday, then flying home – renewed and refreshed, plus with new bling – Sunday evening.

With all of the changes this year, being gone even more from the family seemed rude, and frankly, I couldn’t justify the expense of a solo trip to Cali when we are sitting with an unsold house (nearly 50 days on the market and no bites, huge sigh), moving expenses, etc.

Back at the Ranch: Trixie and I read outside some more, I took a nap on the sofa (!!!), we went for another walk, made gluten free chocolate chip cookies, and then I really had to go.


The kids made crafts at school for me, but Spouse also gifted me with this mantra band:


Nevertheless, she persisted.

While an obvious nod to current-ish events and Elizabeth Warren, I think this is also appropriate given everything we’ve got going on in our lives right now.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day to those who mother – in the broad verb sense of the word – in every possible way.



Pixie Dust Challenge Recap



Yesterday – Mother’s Day – I completed the inaugural Pixie Dust Challenge, a two-day, 19.3 mile event from Run Disney.

Event one was a 10k on Saturday morning, followed by a half-marathon on Sunday.

Earlier this year (February, to be exact), I did a similar thing in Florida, so I felt like I had the drill down.

Just like Florida, Saturday was colder than Sunday, less crowded, and overall, I liked the 10k courses better than the half-marathons.

It’s easy to see why, though: by the time you realize you’re running, you’re well into the 10k, and then it’s over before you know it. Since the course is shorter, there’s also much more running time within the theme parks than in the surrounding streets, which of course is a lot of fun and a great distraction.

I didn’t check my official time yet, but my watch said my 10k time was 57:29, which is pretty typical for me. I could have gone a bit faster, but I was nervous that I could flame out on Sunday if I went out too hard on Saturday, so I held back a bit.

Here’s a shot from the starting area at 5:30 AM Saturday, plus a post-race nap I took in front of a fire in the lobby of the Grand Californian hotel (20 minutes of heaven).




On Sunday, I felt better than I expected. The course is honestly a bit boring in the middle and I’d planned to take a short walk break around mile 8 if I needed it, but I didn’t.

Soon I saw miles 8, 9 and 10 tick away. When I got to 11, I knew I would be done in less than twenty minutes, so I kept moving forward.

Again, I didn’t check my official time, but my watch said 2:05 when I crossed the finish line. I felt strong.

And on to the bling!

I actually got four medals this weekend, but you can only see three above. I left the 10k one in my hotel room. After finishing the half-marathon, I got the medal for that (far left), one for the Pixie Dust Cahllenge (middle), and then a Coast to Coast one (pink, on right), for completing half-marathons in both Florida and California in the same calendar year. The middle one was my favorite!

But, the truth is that while I loved participating in these races and felt strong – which I think is really critical to share with my kids – I missed them terribly. I made a mistake in not bringing them with me, especially since it was Morher’s Day. That fact was poignant and I was envious of other women whose kids were cheering for them and hugging them in the reunion area. I’d like to rectify this next year, if possible.

I couldn’t get home fast enough.

P.S. I bought this rainbow unicorn hoodie from Raw Threads because, well, it’s a rainbow unicorn and totally hilarious. Also, I was cold!









Happy Mother’s Day 2014

Happy Mom’s Day!

I often joke and call myself the Mother of the Year, always in a tongue-in-cheek way, particularly since I am typically reminded by my children on a weekly (sometimes daily) basis that I am, in fact, The Worst Mother in the World.

Sample conversation from last week:

(Scene: Chaotic morning that began nearly two hours earlier at Fancy Pants Ranch, two children with unbrushed hair and teeth, half-dressed Adult Female, and T Minus 25 minutes before Said Adult Female is due in the OR in full surgical attire to begin the day).

Me (already sweaty): Kids! Come on! We have to get going, NOW!

Trixie (5, who has been lounging on the floor for over 20 precious minutes): I can’t walk.

Me: Yes, you can. I know for a fact that you can walk.

Trixie: I’m glued to the floor.

Me (pulling her up): There. Now you’re free. Brush your teeth.

Trixie: (Collapses back to floor)

Me: Get up! We are already so late. Let’s go.

Trixie: I’m stuck. And I hate these socks. They’re too small. Get me new ones and put them on my feet.

Me: PUT ON YOUR SOCKS, GET GOING, AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH NOW! (This repeats a few times. FYI, the socks are fine and she is more than capable of putting them on)

Trixie: You’re hurting my feelings.

Trixie: You’re shouting at me.

Trixie: That means you don’t love me.

Trixie: You’re kicking me out of the family.

Trixie: Now I don’t have a family.

Trixie: Now I don’t have a place to live.

Trixie: That means you hate me.


Trixie: (Copious alligator tears and fake wailing, interrupted by fits of laughter when her brother farted a minute later, then caterwauling resumed).

Ahhh, there you have it. Proof that I am, indeed, the Worst Mom Ever.

She has certainly inherited the Drama Gene, which I think has skipped a generation as I am not similarly afflicted.

I’ve joked about it in the past, but usually for Mother’s Day, I ask for what I really want: to be left alone.

The title of this book summarizes my sentiments well:


This 2009 movie looks pretty terrible (It cost an estimated $5 Million to make and grossed less than $100k, including an opening weekend in the UK where less than a dozen tickets were sold. Uma Thurman, where did you go so wrong?), but there is a quote from the movie that I stumbled upon while researching this post that seemed relevant.

First, the movie:



Now the quote, taken from an essay on motherhood written by the main character:

 Motherhood is about accepting the limitations of time and energy which stretch beyond you, even though sometimes it feels they can consume you. Search for and hold on to your own true self. If you lose that, what kind of mother can you be? Things are always changing no matter how much we might want things to stay the same. You could take a picture of your kids every single day and every single day they’d just be getting older. That’s a fact, a heartbreaking fact, but still a fact.

So, seize your days and dwell in them fully. Look to your children because they know how to inhabit brief periods of time with extreme passion. And for nothing more, really, than the sake of those moments. They can help you remember that, if you only slow down and let them. Feel fortunate because chances are good you actually might be.

My Mother’s Day wish for myself to is remember this. Always.

P.S. And then there’s this:



36-ish Hours of Peace


This weekend, I’m off on a quick girls’ trip to celebrate my friend M-A’s upcoming nuptials.

When we planned the trip months ago, it didn’t occur to me that it would fall on Mother’s Day, and I caught some flak from my own mother about leaving my kids behind on this important day.

But guess what?

Secretly (ok, not so secretly), I am thrilled with the idea of 36-ish hours of peaceful meals (no spilled milk, no indignant shouting that Kid A or B wasn’t served what he/she “ordered,” etc), uninterrupted sleep, a spa day, going to a show, and eating brunch with grown-ups.

And guaranteed, the kids won’t notice the difference. Spouse will be keeping them in good hands, making pancakes on Sunday morning served with a side of cartoons, per the usual routine.

Best. Mother’s. Day. Ever.