I need to move somewhere warmer...or suck it up and bundle up for a ride like the crazy guy I saw on his road bike yesterday. Those must be some primo tires that corner well on ice. But then again this guy never stops when he comes to Broadway- swerves through dodging cars or making a sharp right turn.
I usually hit the basement for an hour ride on my trainer and pretend I am not staring at the concrete floor. But I have been sick with the flu the past 2 days- which has not been helpful since Matt's final is later today. Luckily the boys only have colds, so they can still hit school and daycare so I could rest. Life is a constant balancing act. As I lay on the coach last night, unable to move because my body needed rest, I reflected on my day.
My alarm goes off at 345 am. I hit up Moodle- our online discussion forum for my classes, return school email- whatever 45 minutes will allow. At 4:30 I hit the pavement or bike trainer- maybe a 2-3 mile run, whatever the weather allows. Then I stretch. By 6 I am making coffee, breakfast, packing school lunches, and moving McGinty (Our elf on the shelf). I wake James at 6:30- Toby is usually up by now. Most of the time Matt is off to work. So while I shower, the boys are eating, or Toby is cheering on James as he plays a mean game of 1 man football in the dining room. Several reminders later, and usually 1 crying fit (pick your cryer- it's a crap shoot) the boys are all dressed and ready to go by 715. We fly by the babysitter to drop of Toby, pick up James friend Lyndsey then off the Dewey. James can be dropped off at 730- his day starts at 8, but he usually eats breakfast AGAIN if he is there early. School breakfast is gross and I don't want him eating it, but they won't stop him. I don't like dropping him off that early, but I have no choice. I have to be at work by 8. I'd go through the work day, but trust me when I say you wouldn't believe me.
I need to slow down, to enjoy life and the boys more. I need to not get it all done. But really, what could I take off my plate? So when I have 2 days like I did this week where I am coasting at 40% I really think about how lucky I am to be healthy. To have a husband who is willing to step in and make me rest, even though he is just as busy. To have a job which allows me to take a sick day if I am not well. To work with an amazing team that steps in to help out when 1 of us is down. I think that's really what life is about- being thankful- which leads to more kindness in this world. My class started 12 days of Kindness on Monday. Each day we are doing 12 random acts of kindness. It may help everyone to see what one little act can do. It may teach my little nuggets to use manners a little more. Or, it may not.
I saw this add the other day and gagged- ewww. It's pretty dramatic, but I know a few soda drinker- eh hem- MATT!
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