Recently, Jason has been letting them sleep downstairs outside of the kitchen. That would be fine if we knew Maddie wouldn't destroy something, like a pillow or couch. Last night he tried leaving them in the kitchen. Let's just say not only did that not work out, Heath managed to knock down another baby gate we have leading upstairs.
He mosies on into our room, toenails clipclapping away on the hardwood floors - this is around 2 am mind you. I ended up covering up my ears with the pillow and a blanket and finally dozed off, in and out of sleep really as he kept getting up randomly.
I finally got up out of bed at just after 5 am. He had happily enjoyed some toilet paper at some point. I was about to head downstairs with him when I stepped in something soft. Yep, doggy poo. This meant I had to stop everything to clean that up and clean it off my shoe before heading out for my run. I wasn't a happy camper.
However, sometimes all it takes is a change in your mindset to make things right, or mostly right. I tried to calm myself and just focus on my run rather than fume over the lack of sleep and cleaning up poop at 5-ish in the morning.
I wasn't peeved about being up super early or the humidity. I was actually happy to be outside, enjoying the fresh air, and letting the morning drama slip away. The sun was starting to come up and I could see bright pink wisps of clouds to the east. I knew the route I was going to take immediately - towards the river. It's one of the best places to watch the sun come up.
I ended up faster than intended and expected and going farther than expected (7 miles), but maybe that's what happens when you don't complicate your run, you just go with it. I did stop to take some pictures. The sunrise was gorgeous (picture doesn't do it justice), the Coneflowers were bright and cheery, I even spotted a random turtle (not pictured obviously).
You never know where a run might lead you, both mentally and physically.