This morning I was feeling overwhelmed by what is the normal state of affairs in our house. This is the worst kind of overwhelmed feeling, as it seems unwarranted.
The dogs need to go out, the baby has rolled over off the rug and onto the hardwood and our daughter doesn't want to wear pants to school. It was the kind of morning where if someone - anyone - simply gave me permission, I'd get back in bed and sleep for three or four days. And while we're on the subject, what are the chances of that happening?
Then, to make matters worse (or, come to think of it, perhaps better as there is no way in hell I'm going to try this hard at anything, ever, so why worry?) I noticed something about "woman gives birth just hours after marathon" on the bottom scroll of the news program we watch every day.
Yeah. Turns out Amber Miller gave birth to a baby girl just hours after running the Chicago Marathon on Sunday. She was 39 weeks pregnant. Also, this wasn't the first time she'd run a marathon while pregnant. And ALSO, she said, of the feat, "For me, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary."
Ok Amber. Ok.
In all seriousness, this is really impressive. And, you know, totally, totalllllllllly crazy.
But mostly impressive.
