Maid or wife?

Recently E and I had a conversation about how we have changed. I have become frustrated with him the last year. He has become more stereotypical man and I hate it. When Hannah was born, he was in school so he stayed home with her except for the few hours he was in class. I was the one who worked full time. Even though I was the one working full time I still cleaned the house, did the laundry, cooked, got up with the baby during the night, and all the other stuff that comes with a household. Most days I would come home to find him playing Call of Duty in his underwear. It didn't bother me too much. I let it go most days. However, now that I am staying home and he works, he feels like he needs to tell me everything that must be done during the day and point out the areas that need work. I feel like he is a dictator. I had to make a chore schedule so he can make sure what days I will do stuff. Just today as he walked out the door, he made sure to mention the bathroom is dirty. I get it. I stay home which means I should take care of the house. Here is the thing that really pisses me off. He is home 90% of the time as well. Do you want to know how many days he has worked this week? One, and that is today. They don't have enough instructors so training is moving slowly. He did study yesterday after he went to the shooting range. He also went to the shooting range a few days before that. Oh, and he decided to go to a movie also. And when he is home, he hides in his office a lot. He will just walk off and play a computer game or watch a movie. I am left to fend for myself. I never thought he would be the guy that says he can't handle being around the kids for too long. He actually told me that he just can't handle them anymore. I feel a bit lost. I know he does stuff around here, but I firmly believe that a house should be cared for by the entire family. I am tired of picking up after another adult. I am tired of planning meals and having noses turn up when I set the table. I am not even sure where I am going with all this. I think I just needed to get it off my chest. I feel like I am stretched too thin. I can't be everything for everyone, can I?

How do you explain death to a 3 year old?

Recently, Hannah has been asking about a few pictures I have of my mom. I told her it is her Nana. She of course wanted to know if she could talk to her. I then explained that Nana had passed away many years ago, and she wouldn't be able to see her or talk to her. I am not sure she really understands because one day she told me that her Nana died, but she will be alive again soon. She also told me that her Nana died because she didn't visit enough. That one broke my heart. I have told her that she can visit the memorial for my mom that my dad created. She was cremated and he has set up a nice little area in his house with the urn. Hannah liked that idea so if we make it back to KC for Christmas, I will show her the urn. For now I guess I will keep answering her questions the best I can.

First 10K!

Yesterday I ran my first 10K. I was a bit nervous since I only have done one training run at 6 miles, and that was 2 weeks ago. Thanks to the girls not eating breakfast quickly, we left the house late. Plus finding a parking spot was crazy so I only had 20 minutes once we arrived to get my timing chip, pee, and warm up. The bathroom line was long so I didn't really warm up much. It was pretty chilly too. It took the first half mile for my feet to thaw. Seriously. I am not used to the cold anymore and it was in the 50s. My feet were pissed! Once they finally thawed I was able to find a better stride. The race was through some neighborhoods which meant some nice scenery (and huge houses). My training runs are typically along a county road so I only see cars and strip malls. I told myself to take it easy and shoot for a 10 minute/mile pace. This is my proof of time race for the half in February. I just want to get out of the last corral so I didn't need to go super fast. Towards the end I was feeling pretty good so I said nuts to my plan and I took off with a mile left. I was hoping for an overall time of 1:05 based on my training run. However I started calculating during the 4th mile that I may be able to finish in an under an hour so I started to pick up the pace. I took off the last 0.7 mile and basically sprinted to the finish. It almost killed me, but I wanted the sub hour time. I just missed it. I finished in 1:00:41. I was under my goal so I was pretty happy. I know I am never going to be fast enough to win awards, but it felt pretty damn good to beat my goal and still feel pretty good after the run. The guy who won yesterday finished in 29 minutes. 29! That's how long it takes me to run 3 miles. That is freaking insane! Finally, what post isn't complete without the finish line picture? Here it is:

I hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend!

11 months

A few days ago Meeghan turned 11 months old.  My baby is no longer a baby. She gave up on crawling and walks full time now. She is even close to running. She has started climbing. I hate the climbing stage. She is starting to put two words together like Hi Daddy or Hi Rowdy. She absolutely loves the dogs. Pepper is her favorite (probably because Pepper tolerates more). She loves bath time. She will start yelling bath as soon as I tell her it is bath time. Her sleep has been crappy lately, I think due to teething. She is very spunky and I love her for it. I weighed her on the Wii a few weeks ago and she was 17 pounds. I am guessing she is still around that. I have no clue how tall. She is definitely my little peanut.

She is always hugging Pepper

Random Sunday

Free time has been sparse so here is a quick recap of my life lately. Hopefully I can sit down to write a real post soon.

The girls were a witch and a pumpkin for Halloween this year. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of them together, and I didn't take these pictures until the next day. I was a bad mom. Hannah had a blast trick-or-treating with other kids while Meeghan enjoyed saying hi and bye to people. 

For one whole day, I was leading in mileage. Since E is training for a full marathon, he is running more miles than me. I ran my weekend run before him which meant I had the top spot. He ran today so I am now behind. I was so excited though I had to take a picture.

I hope everyone had a great weekend!