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Friday, October 31, 2014

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Monday, October 27, 2014

Many of you may have seen my recent retort to a post entitled, "SAHMs Shut the Eff Up".  It rubbed me the wrong way because the author singled out SAHMs as whiney and unappreciative.  Sure, she didn't mean all SAHMs, just the one's who complained about their role despite being among the "luckiest species" in the world (which could be any SAHM on any given day, right?).

While I disagreed with MOST of what the author had to say (actually, I really just think I disagreed with how she said it), I will agree that, perhaps, I could be a bit more positive and that maybe I have fallen into the negative conversation icebreaker of an eye roll and a "can you believe what he did" comment.  But it's not because I am a SAHM...

Maybe, everyone- moms, dads, humanity... could benefit from a little more positivity.

I have been pretty negative lately (and by lately, I mean, "huh, I think I may have always had a negative subtext").  Despite this, I am a firm believer in the power of positive thought (major breakthrough here while doing Intensati- check it out).

So what I am going to challenge myself to do this week (and beyond, but let's not get ahead of ourselves!), is to totally weed out the negative.  Negative thoughts. Negative comments.

The obvious truth here is that when I am negative, I am, in some way, projecting a feeling I have about myself.

I sometimes am really uncertain about how I am doing in the mom department.  Sure, my kids know they are loved, but on a daily basis I am always asking myself questions like, "should I have been more firm?  Was I too firm?  Should I have given more options? Did he deserve that timeout?  Am I sending mixed signals by not having given him a timeout?  Is the little guy too young for timeouts?  Should I have started timeouts with the little guy long ago?"

There are plenty of articles out there about trying to be more positive, but here are my actionable steps towards positivity:

  1. Wake up in the morning and say one positive thing about myself as a mother and as an individual- I really am my own worst critic.  And sometimes my negative thoughts about myself will play on repeat and totally interrupt positive interactions with great people
  2. When I am getting frustrated about a situation and/or with a person, remind myself of something positive about that situation/person (and this "person" can include me, myself, and I).
  3. Don't say a single negative thing about a person to another person.  I hate this and whenever I find myself in a situation where I am venting about someone, I always feel weaker and more insecure because of it moments later.  And the items I am criticizing are usually comments or interpretations that I take way too personally.  I am practicing what I plan to preach to my children- if I don't have anything nice to say, I won't say anything at all.  
  4. And I will respond to every question of "How's it going?" or "How are you today?" with something positive.  After reading this piece, it really has put things into perspective and I really AM so lucky.

So...who's with me?

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Weekly Workout

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Look Back at Last Week:
Monday- 15 min warm up. 2x3 Hills. 15 min cool down. CHECK
Tuesday- Toddler had the stomach bug. X
Wednesday- Baby had the stomach bug. X
Thursday- Husband had the stomach bug. X (but ok, maybe I could have gotten a run in)
Friday- Gym 30 mins on treadmill and legs. CHECK
Saturday- 20 min run. Nope...spent the day running from one activity to the next.
Sunday- Rest.  CHECK

This Week's Workout Goals:
Monday- 15 min warm up. 2x3 Hills. 15 min cool down
(you may have noticed a pattern with this one...I generally drop both kids off at a morning activity.  Leave my car there.  And run right out of the parking lot).
Tuesday- Rest
Wednesday- 30 mins on treadmill.  Arms.
Thursday- Rest
Friday- 30 mins on treadmill. Legs
Saturday- 30 mins easy run outdoors
Sunday- 30 mins easy run outdoors

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I Get Jealous When My Husband Gets Sick- TRUTH

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Let's file this under:

  • Things I never thought about before becoming a mom
  • I am so sorry mom, I should have said "thank you" more often
  • This mom thing is hard
  • No sick days for mom

He's laying there, sick as a dog in fetal position.  Clearly he's contracted the stomach bug that's been picking off my family one. by. one.

When I heard him downstairs coughing at 6am, I admit I sort of hoped that he was debating whether or not to go into the office.

I remained hopeful when I came downstairs and saw that, despite being showered and shaved, he was back in his mesh shorts and wrapped in several blankets.

(Guilt: that strange feeling when you actually wish the stomach bug on your husband after you've been stuck inside all week with a sick toddler, a teething one year old, and rainy weather so you can't even take a walk!).

I quietly whispered, "You know, you might actually have a more peaceful day in the office,"- I was feeling guilty and I just wanted to be honest, but not honest enough that he'd change his mind and head in.  With or without the stomach bug, he was still adult company- still another set of hands.

He laid on the couch, I rocked my sick one year old.  My three year old, who appeared to have recovered, played in the playroom.  This lasted for 20 minutes.

And then I started to get annoyed.  I mean, sure, he's "sick" but is he really THAT sick that he can't unlock the childproof potty for our three year old??  Hmm...

The rain tapered a bit so I brought the boys out for some fresh air.  When they appeared perky we even went for a walk to the library, returning just in time for lunch and a torrential down pour.

My husband, still on the couch, moaned for more water and two Advil, "please".

I sat there, cutting up pieces of banana and hard boiled eggs.  Along with cheddar biscuits that I made in an attempt to feel domestic and nurturing (all of which would go uneaten aside from the pieces I all but forcibly convinced my kids to eat) while my husband continued to shift from feverish to ok- resting relatively comfortably on the couch.

As I slowly began to feel the aches in my lower back, as my shoulders began to stiffen and tighten, and as I swallowed away the scratchiness in my throat, all I could think about was how lucky my husband is to be able to lay there, on the couch, admittedly surrounded by chaos, but still able to rest.

I'll be sick tomorrow.  No one will get me two Advil and more water.  My one year old will still ask me to rock him if he's sick (or to chase him if he's feeling better).  My three year old will ask why we can't go to Toddler Time at the Y.  The dogs will still need to be let out.  And then in.  And then out again.

Is it really possible that I'm jealous of my sick husband?!

The struggle is real, my friends.  The struggle.is.real.

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Editor's Note:  I'm just not really loving my tone here.  I kind of sound ungrateful and whiney (which is ok sometimes).  I'm glad I am able to take care of my family.  I'm lucky to have that opportunity.  I am, however, feeling prickly about getting sick and having to get my own Advil!

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