Sometimes, life is a treadmill, whether you're on one or not. Ironically, when I'm actually ON the treadmill is one of the times I get a mental break from that sensation. Today, a fairly average weekend day, went as follows: wake up early, volunteer at a triathlon (insert any personal activity here, though), come back, breakfast with family, take kid school shopping (insert any domestic errands here), come back, make/eat lunch, help assemble and play with the boy's new toy, dishes, laundry, watch part of a movie until the kid gets bored and restless, more playing, more laundry, realize there are other errands that still need doing but have to wait 'til hubby returns from his day, we will have family dinner together, I have a hockey game tonight. And tomorrow, it's back to the usual weekdays treadmill of getting up, getting ready for school/work, driving to school, driving to work, working all day, driving back to school, driving home, scrambling to fix dinner, driving to/watching tae kwon do class, then we'll come back, do the bedtime routine, collapse in a heap. Rinse, and repeat. This is why suburban working moms are so tired all the time...
Not that I don't love the various components of my life, and not that I'm not starting to figure out how to fit a little bit of exercise into all this, which is already starting to give me more energy. Actually, I'm just trying to give myself a little credit here. Living my daily life is no small feat. But I wouldn't have it any other way, unless of course I won the lottery and could cut out the working part...
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