This month Stonyfield wanted those of us on Team Stonyfield to talk about how we balance everything as we train for the Boston Marathon. And I gotta say… some days I feel like the whole idea of having balance in your life is a myth. Like a unicorn.*
There are days where I feel like the wheels are turning and I’ve got it all going smoothly.
- Get up early and run 8 miles before work. CHECK
- Shower and eat. CHECK
- Get the kid dressed with no battles. CHECK
- Food in the kid. CHECK
- Productive day of work. CHECK
- Take the kid to a park and have a lot of fun. CHECK
- Make dinner that the kid eats cheerfully. CHECK
- Give the kid a bath and get her in jammies with smiles. CHECK
- Bed time with hugs and kisses and stories and cuddles. CHECK
- Make the kid her lunch for the following day. CHECK
- Husband is home in time to watch The Walking Dead on Netflix with me. CHECK
But then we have days that feel more like this:
- Get up super early to run, as I’m on my way out the door I hear a wail, “Mommy…. I need you.” Soothe the kid, get her back to sleep and go run half my planned distance.
- Get home, kid is waking up and crying. Go into her room and she is happy until I tell her she needs to get her uniform on, then we have a meltdown.
- Kid is finally dressed, take her downstairs to get breakfast and she refuses everything. Instead she just wants to watch videos on the iPad, which isn’t allowed before school.
- Strap the kid into her carseat so husband can drive her to school, go back inside and realize I am a good 45 minutes late for work, still gross from my run and haven’t eaten. Grab something simple to nosh and sit at my desk. Go take a shower when my co-workers are usually going on break.
- Every project at work decides to take a left-turn on direction. Months of work is kind of thrown aside like it was nothing. Finish the work day feeling like I want to scream.
- Pick the kid up from school. Go play at a park, but the park I take her to is the wrong one so she’s not happy.
- Kid doesn’t eat anything for dinner.
- Kid won’t read stories. Jammies are all wrong. The blankets are all wrong in her bed. There are no happy faces when the kid goes to sleep, an hour past bedtime.
- Husband strolls in from work about 10 minutes after the battles have subsided, getting to miss it all.
- I go to bed annoyed at everything then toss/turn all night long.
So is the simple fact that I get up each day and do it all again and hope for scenario number one “balance”? I guess so… I just need to keep in mind that when there are the frustrating moments, “it is what it is” and “this too shall pass” and “days are long but years are short.” Are there other cliches that are applicable? Because I certainly don’t ever feel like I’ve got a balance going, I feel like I’m just careening through the days, mostly out of control.
It’s been an adventure training for the Boston Marathon, that’s for sure. I’m thrilled that I get this opportunity (Thank you Stonyfield… every day, Thank you so much!), but I have decided that I am not going to do anymore races that are out of town in the months of January-May as long as my husband is still in public accounting.
*Speaking of unicorns… my daughter started saying yesterday she wanted to “go to the unicorns” and she almost cried this morning when she asked if she could go to the unicorns instead of school. So I promised her a “unicorn adventure” after school… trying to figure that all out while I work. Wish me luck!
Oh… and while searching for unicorn stuff online for this “unicorn adventure” I stumbled upon this picture and it reminded me of when my daughter turned me into a potato and then I laughed! So… the fact that I can still laugh, that’s balance?
I am supposed to run 10 miles tonight, but the bathroom sink is broken and needs repair. Home Depot doesn’t have the part, have to drive to another store to find it. Will be lucky to get 5 miles in.
Oh yeah, daughter has a cheer competition all day Saturday and Sunday and the first week in April we are going to NY to check out possible schools. Again, training schedule destroyed.
Marathon in Early May. Yeah. Balance. No such thing.