So you might have noticed that our girl Mary has been holding down the fort for the better part of two weeks. Sorry about that, Mar, and thanks for covering my ass. Love you, owe you.
Friends, you know how I front like I’ve got this working mama stuff totally covered (Hashtag Work Mom)? And how I just breeze in and out of these roles every 8 hours or so? And that I cut my little lovelies’ sun-butter & jam sandwiches into adorable cookie-cutter shapes served with a side of homemade, organic applesauce? And that I haul my Tone It Up ass into the gym 4x’s a week?
Well. The past two weeks have been a total WTF to my carefully crafted and delicately balanced image. It’s like when Britney shaved her head in front of the paps and we were all like, “WHAT?! Mental illness?! Our Britney? Our not a girl, not yet a woman B.Spears?” Yeah. Like that. But without all the crazy. Or the baldness.
I’ve been working on a mega project at work. Tight deadlines, tight budget, abundant stress. My girls were the last ones picked up at daycare several times over the last few weeks. Like the LAST, last ones: with their little backpacks on and ready go, waiting for their frazzled mommy to careen into the parking lot, pick them up, and cover them in apologetic kisses. I hate doing that to their teachers, because Lord knows a 10 hour day with 30 preschoolers is literally hell on earth. And I hate doing it to the girls, because even though they love school, they love me more. And they deserve better.
I’ve also almost completely let my fitness and diet slide, which has certainly impacted my overall mood and stress level, too. I’ve barely squeezed in 4 workouts over 2 weeks. I went to Taco Bell and Mickey D’s ON THE SAME DAY. (I’ve already categorized this post as a confessional, so I might as well go all in.)
One of the reasons I love this blog and the opportunity to write for you (and myself) in this capacity is that it gives me a ton of perspective. In the act of venting, writing, and editing this post, I’ve given myself the chance to see how crazy lucky I am, even when I’m failing miserably on all fronts. My girls are safe and loved when I’m at work. My bosses will go to bat for me and make sure I’m recognized for the work my team has produced. There is a Mickey D’s a half a mile from my house. The Dunkin Donuts down the street has a brand new drive-thru. I kept my one-size-up work pants for when the regulars get a little snug (no belly roll!). My sister sends me emails all day long with shopping suggestions for boots and new purses so that I don’t look like a frumpy mom. My husband thinks I’m a rockstar and unfailingly packs the lunches when I slack off. My mom talks me off the ledge when things get crazy.
So, there you have it. I’ll be taking the weekend to regroup and snuggle my girls, catch up on the laundry, clear the piles of unread mail and junk, and have a little me (& rum) time. I’ve got some posts in my head for next week, and in a few days, I should be back to a normal schedule. Things to consider:
1) Pinterest taught me about salad in a jar. It has revolutionized my lunches. Stay tuned.
2) About 2 weeks ago, Ja Rule was trending on Facebook, which prompted me to set up a Ja Rule/Nelly Pandora station. It has revolutionized my treadmill workouts. And made me desperately miss being 19.
3) I am running a 5K in 9 days. NINE DAYS. We’re going to have to re-examine our time goal here.
If you’ve experienced days, weeks, or months when your head’s spinning, you’re treading water, and you’re cursing out Cheryl Sandberg left and right (I could not possibly Lean In any further), how did you get through it?
And more importantly, how you doin? (#joeytribbiani4ever)