Insanity

That is often the accusation of my state of mind.  Here's the latest justification.  Today was packed.  I knew last night that it was going to be packed.  I was emotionally fringed at the edges.  So, when Louis waked at 1:55 am to nurse, I fed him, then drove the 30 minutes to the nearest gym and ran on the treadmill for 4.5 miles (at a 10.75 minute mile pace, I might pridefully add) and drove home, showered, fed Louis again and left with my sweet Darren (my mom is still with us and was with the children, except Louis) to start our marathon day at 5:00 am.  We went to a meeting, got our children, went grocery shopping, got new cell phones, dropped Darren off at another meeting, Mom and I went to an art signing of my cute sister-in-law, we had a family dinner and gathering and were home with kids in bed and going to bed ourselves, now, at 11-ish.  I am so tired, but so glad I pounded in my day's run in the morning/night so that I had that release.  It really was a special treat for me.  Does that sound like insanity to you?