Run U Mother!

Good God.
The roofing men are done.
For now.
What a friggin' lot of racket.
And they are using our bathroom because I am sure renting a dumpster and a port-a potty would be wayyy more than our budget would allow. WE ARE NOT RENTING A PORT-A POTTY FOR TWO DAYS!!!!!!!!!
Okay so tomorrow I am going to run in this Halloween run and apparently it starts 10 minutes before the parade..uhhhh..it's 3.1 miles..I am thinking I am NOT going to finish before the parade starts, and I am sorry, I don't remember last year. Did people run during the parade? Did the parade not start until everyone finished? Shit.
Is everyone going to be pissed because I am going to come scraggling by and all the kids are going to be crying for candy and floats and it's me that will hold up the parade?
Should I just not run?
See this is why I quit facebook..because right now there are people on there "whats on your minding" about their 500 mile races tomorrow and how "super ready" they are because they have been "training like champs" in Boulder for the past 3 years or whatever.."Just check out my super great posts on all my hours of training" while I have shlepped through one 28 minute run this week and drunk two bottles of wine and three beers in 5 days. WELL, I had some help with the wine, I had friends over!!!!!!!!!
Okay so back to the run..fine, I can run. It's like what? Half an hour? I am used to that. What I am not used to is holding up a parade...shit.
Tune in tomorrow to see if my middle school's band runs me over. I am sure my principal won't have any problem directing them to do that.
Maren is asleep and it's 6:44. Will took Keegan to get something for the roofers, but it's pretty quiet up there, so I don't know what they could possibly need in the dark? Flashlights? Are they going to roof in the dark? Are we liable for someone falling off the roof?
I had to dress Will in his Halloween costume this morning. So not only did I have to get two children dressed for daycare I had to get my 34 year old husband dressed in his Bobbo Fet costume. Do not mind the spelling. I was never into Star Wars.
Look, it's a little irritating when you're already late for work and your other half whom you rely on to be somewhat mature is nagging at you: "Can you just get my cape? Can you just get it?"
"It's not a cape. I think it's a cloak. I am pretty sure it's a cloak."
Sigh.
"Well take a picture. Here take a picture while I hold my laser gun. And can you get my power pack on over my holster? It's stuck."
Lord. He is so high maintenance.
So tomorrow we will all be at the parade. And Maren is NOT going as a flower. It is too small for her head. The flower part, I mean. Apparently she was chewing on it at daycare. So she will be a lion instead. AND I will put a bow in her mane so people don't mistake her for a boy.
My friend Moriah is dressing her daughter in a frog costume so we both already feel better. These are both costumes we had from our first born boys so we are in the same boat. Look, we are paying for two kids in daycare. We will suck it up and deal with some public humiliation tomorrow at the parade. "Oh what a cute little lion. He is darling." or "Oh what a sweet frog. You must be so happy to have two little boys." Blah blah blah.
It isn't going to be any worse than:
"Mommy! That woman is running so slow she made the parade late! I want to throw a rock at her!"