Over. and. over. again.
For about a mile and a half.
I had to stop once to find the sidewalk chalk after my daughter got bored following me on her plasma car.
And then I had to stop to take the clothes out of the dryer and put a new load in the washer.
Not to mention the numerous drive by (or run by) comments to my son, "NO! Don't hit the ball near the house! Put that bat down! Pick up that plastic bag! Put it in the garage! The garage! THE GARAGE! oh for goodness sake."
Multi-tasking at it's finest.
This, my friends, is the life of a mother runner.
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