I am just 3 days into my 33rd year of life, and I am happy to report I am still alive, something you could probably tell by the fact that I wrote this sentence. I like having a March birthday, because I feel like it is another new year. I can reflect on my first three months, and even attempt to reposition my focus once again. As always, running plays a major part in this, and my actual birthday was an almost perfect representation of what my life seems to be like and the challenges I am facing right now. #RenewYourself

I started the day waking up at 1:13 am to my screaming son in the next room. As always, I stumbled out of bed to go get him, and ran myself straight into the door frame (I am blind as a bat without my glassed. Plus I had a little cold and my face felt rather swollen… still no excuse). This was the 3rd of 7 times that I would get up with him before 6:30 am. I even let him cry himself back to sleep twice, but the kid just won’t sleep. #GotheF*cktoSleep

I had every intention of getting an early morning run it, as I thought it would be a great way to start the day. Well, that wasn’t even close to happening. After not sleeping, and finally just getting up with Cub at 6:30 am to watch 2 episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse which we have seen umpteen thousand times, I needed coffee, #Stat.

Around 8:15, my husband had finally gotten up and moving, so we packed up and went to Starbucks on campus so that I could get my fix and us my birthday reward, which I was much looking forward to. Chas got sick on the way there. He had to sit down in the student union. I proceeded to get my Vanilla Chai Latte, but was told that they “didn’t do birthday rewards” at this particular Starbucks. #WTF

I took Chas back home where he slept soundly on the couch and Cub finally took a nap. I, however, did not get to rest. I, instead went to get my eyebrows waxed. #Superfun

The rest of the day consisted of the usual work stuff, more Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and preparing for the trip to Chas’ brothers house the next day. My husband did take me out to eat that night, and Cub was kind enough to sleep through 3/4ths of the meal. Nothing extravagant, but it was the epitome of a normal day at the Thompson house. #JustAnotherDay

I have no problems with my birthday being just another day, but the problem is that I really wanted to start my 33rd year off with a run, but it was almost impossible to get that accomplished. So Chas and I have moved onto scheduling workouts for me. Yesterday was the first day since the schedule started, and I got in 2 good workouts with no problem. It’s not always going to work, but if it will help me get some good alone workout time in every now and then, I think I can live with that.