I am boring

Good news: my friend Ann's Dad's surgery went well and it is unlikely he will even need chemotherapy!! Hurrah!!
Bad news: my friend Sally's sister has been diagnised with leukemia so please direct your thoughts and prayers to her. She is still at high school and I gather prospects are better for younger patients, but still we are grateful that we like in a city with a major cancer treatment centre like Peter McCallum. What a terrible shock.
I'd like to begin by stating that it is extremely unlikely, near impossible, Ann actually thought any of the things that I have been upset about for the last couple of days. We had a good time together - we went into the city and walked around the river precincts; we ditched Noddie and J and went into the hills to a groovy hippy market and bought jewellery (which will NOT surprise anyone who knows me LOL). But I felt bad. With an observer ther, it seemed clear to me that I am not a very nice person when I am looking after Noddie. I don't like my tone when I am directing her to do things - she's two, I do have to direct her, but I don't like how I sound. And when we were off together by ourselves I seemed to be talking talking talking, mainly about myself. I even put the footy on the radio in the car even though Ann couldn't care less about it. I seemed selfish and self-centred. Maybe I was trying to squash 6 months of communication into one day? Stupid. Ann is single, childless, extremely well-travellled.... . she reminds me of the road not taken. I love my life - my family, my studies - but these burdens although freely and gladly undertaken are burdens nonetheless. I felt as though I was boring her to death.
Get over it, princess!! Ann didn't think anything of the kind, Noddie is a happy, pleasantly spoken child, and I am lucky to have friends, my dear Spousal Unit and the opportunity, means and ability to pursue a new career. Dwelling on one's faults is a form of self-indulgence - no supportive comments please - I know how lucky I am!
Thank goodness for running, and the Spousal Unit, who got home from working on our rental house at 6pm and urged me out the door for my long run. I don't really like running at night because I'm a bit tired after the day - Noddie and I went for a picnic at a local park today, had a great time but I've entered a half marathon on Sept 9th as a lead up to the Melbourne Marathon half in October so have to keep at it. I did't want to go and had every excuse not to prepared - and I still went. After about 40 min I thought, this is halfway - and then I thought, no, getting out the door was halfway. It was windy and spat rain from time to time and I did 1:20 which is about 13km. None of the above matters really. Life is how it it is. Being a whiner is boring. I'm counting my blessings.
I'm too scared to weigh myself though as I've snarfed down my bodyweight in white carbs AGAIN. When will I learn???