Earlier this year there was a day that I decided to do my run in the afternoon while my baby was napping, instead of early in the morning before the kids were awake. I got my baby girl into bed and set up my son on my bed to watch a movie right next to my treadmill there in the bedroom. I put my earbuds in, turned my running playlist up loud and started sweating. Everything was going good. My run was feeling great, and I could easily glance at the baby monitor to check on Romy and glance right next to me to see Rowdy on my bed. And while I was already having a successful run, it got even better when Katy Perry’s “Roar” starting blasting in my earbuds. Yes, baby! It was just the motivational tune I needed to pump me up even more! I got the eye of the TIGER, a FIGHTER, dancing through the FIRE, cause I am a CHAMPION, and you’re gonna hear me ROARRRR! I felt so incredible that I even started to tear up. There I was running on my treadmill having a Super Girl moment envisioning a crowd cheering me on as I approached the imaginary finish line like a badass would, of course, when I casually glanced to my left to see..my son peuking all over my comforter?! Holy shit! I frantically start grabbing at the treadmill cord thing and my earbuds at the same time. I gave up on stopping the treadmill after about 1.5 seconds worth of trying, jumped off and let my phone go down to the ground. As I started to console my son my first thought was, ‘I just had this comforter cleaned a few days ago!’ And if you’ve ever taken a comforter to the dry cleaner you know that it’s not the most convenient thing to do, plus it’s at least 20 bucks a pop. Okay, so after a few seconds of worrying over my peuk-covered comforter, I moved on to assisting my crying kiddo. Luckily, he felt better the next day, and my comforter survived after another cleaning job.
Parenthood: Where a beautiful, self-fulfilling moment can turn into vomit REAL fast. Hold the motivational music. I’ve just had a reality check.