I need to start running. To burn calories. To get away. To exhaust myself. To stir up those crack endorphins I hear about. To cope. To feel good.
I think the kids are old enough of me to make a loop around our block, passing the house every 2 min or less? I'd be a better mother too, if I took better care of myself like this. Maybe I'll leave them in aftercare today and go run at the park for 30min.
Maybe today is the day. Maybe. It should be. I mean, why not?