With Friends Like That

Sometimes, my friends make me feel lousy. They don't mean to. It's my fault, really. If I didn't compare myself to them, I'd be fine. It's hard, though, not to. Compare. I just feel like I don't get much done compared to them.
For instance, I have several friends who are runners. Two of them ran the Ogden Marathon on Saturday. 26.2 miles. I was going to go to the marathon, not to run it for heaven's sake. I'm lucky if I can drive 26.2 miles without getting tired. I wanted to be there at the end, to congratulate them. I forgot. Was I so very busy with all my glamorous life that it slipped my mind? Sure, if you consider laundry and plasma donation glamorous. So, instead, I heard about it afterwards. (Sorry for not showing up, I was thinking about you and you're sweaty accomplishment.)
Today isn't much better. I'm sitting here in my pj's, my hair in that lovely 'just-got-up' style that makes my kids cringe. I've been out of the house at least. I drove my 3 younger ones to the bus stop so they wouldn't have to stand out in the rain. I should feel good since I was the only mom thoughtful enough to do this. The other kids had to stand out there and get wet. I'd like to say I went to workout this morning, but I didn't. It was a long night.
First, I was up late writing. This is nice, now that I have my laptop, because I can sit on my bed and write. Bug Hunk sleeps through anything (seven babies, he never lost a night), so I can sit in the dark and type. I would've kept going, but, after an hour, I felt what could've been a spider on my arm. I brushed my arm, then the bed, but I got paranoid in the dark, imagining a spider somewhere on me. So, I turned off my laptop, brushed the bed again, and tried to sleep. The stupid dog kept waking me up with his noises. Finally, I drifted off. But, that wasn't the end of it. If I'd taken a picture of my bed this morning, you'd understand. You would've seen my husband and I on opposite sides, hugging the edges of our king-size mattress. In the middle of the bed you'd see not one, but two children. They showed up at different times during the night, and being tired, I just let them crawl in.
So, here I am this morning, imagining my running friends all perky and happy after their gazillion mile run. I'm thinking that I'm the only one who hasn't done anything worthwhile, and who doesn't know if she will do anything worthwhile all day. Maybe I need some new friends, some lazy, sloppy women who will make me feel better about myself. If you know anyone like that, let me know.