Deep Breaths

I haven't blogged in well over a month.  That would be because it requires "me" time and that is few and far in between lately.  I am still standing still in the weight loss factor, but my endurance is up and I'm up to jogging 3 miles.  Yeah me!  That is my outlet at the end of the day, but today, it wasn't at all.  I barely made my 1.5 miles in an even stride, because Mason was tagging along on his scooter.  In between stopping at his crashes, trying to control Ollie & Spot, I gave up.  I was bound to lose mental control at that point.  Maybe I should just go bury myself in a bag of cookies and call it good.  Unfortunately, I let my pint up anger roar like a lion at Mason.  Not only did my run suck, wasn't finished, the kid comes in and gives me attitude when I tell him he needs to take a bath.  I told him no Netflix for another week on top of the first week he just lost over the weekend for his attitude.  He continued to scream and cry at the top of his lungs.  I'm sure the neighbors were loving it.  I told him to go to his room and cry and he kept screaming and crying at me.  Then, I ROARED!