Yup. Silly little teeth causing all that drama. Except after 6 years of parenting one should know that teeth are a big deal. A baby is teething for a million months before anything pops through and then when the big ones come in, watch out. The amber teething necklace (which worked wonders on Levi by the way) had nothing on these two years molars. And just like girls living in the same house, um, time things up (if you know what I'm saying. If you don't count yourself lucky) apparently kids under the same roof get teeth in at the same time. Avila is cutting some of her permanent molars this weekend and I'm handing out the Motrin like candy. Except with Max I pretend.
Now that we're on the upswing…Well, the kids are on the upswing. I'm on the middle-to-down-swing - mostly because my iron levels are still low…and no amount of supplements (two a day, yes taken with VitC and no not with coffee), green leafy vegetables, or other tricks seem to be raising it. Having low iron really is the epitome of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (Except this day keeps repeating itself.) Last year I was running ultra-marathons for months despite undetected low iron levels (actually it was a doctor who told me they were normal when in fact I was almost depleted) and my 50-miler sucked the last bit of life from me. I spent the next three months finally getting it back up and literally the week I was feeling ah-mazing again is the week I got pregnant. Aaaaaand then, just like any good mother, I'm giving all my goods to the little
After all that drama I set before you (I bet my iron levels are really exciting….) I do have a plan. 1) follow doctor's orders and take it easy although that's like a death sentence to a runner. 2) turn my children into slaves that wait on me hand and foot while I claim exhaustion and veg out in bed (while watching Parenthood of course). 3) demand that baby share iron with me because with three siblings it's going to have to learn how to share quickly, right. 4) say "oh well" and grunt it out for two more months. And 5) wear pink lipstick and be happy.
Pink lipstick fixes everything.
And even though I can't run (marathons. Oh how I'm crrrrrraving one of those) I can wear my hot pink marathon maniac jacket. And that's just going to have to give me as much of a boost as a nice long run.