One thing I am learning about parenting this tribe is I have to be okay that one way or another I am going to have to keep moving nearly constantly if I am going to do what needs doing.
Today, I got up an hour earlier and so did all 3 little boys (the boys waking early was NOT part of the plan). With that, my crazy busy day had begun. It took me 3 hours to fold a load of laundry, clean up the kitchen, and actually finish my breakfast. I was doing something for someone constantly. I never did get the dishwasher emptied, but it sat open for a ridiculously long amount of time before I just gave up on getting to it and shut door on the annoyance.
When my helper arrived I made a list of things I needed to get done out of the house and I took off! I stayed gone for 4 hours (I went slow on purpose!). The great news is, I actually checked whole items off of my
Later, I had some time to cheer my baby brother on for his accomplishments with his workout program. Wow, I do admire him. It takes a serious time dedication to get in shape the way he has. I didn't even get a chance to put a bra on before the Developmental therapist arrived today. I want to workout! No, seriously that sounds like an amazing treat. I want to sweat like crazy and have ME be the most important thing I am focusing on for an hour. This is the first time in my life that actually sounds good to me. It could be a "grass is always greener thing," I don't think I seriously would love it, but... maybe?
Still why am I not in shape? I have been moving constantly today and tomorrow morning I will do the same thing. I force my eyes open and say "Get Going Mandy" (Yes, I talk that way to myself. I get it from my mother. She is odd too.), and I will have another busy day. Maybe I will get a workout in tomorrow?
This is the season of my life I am in. This is just a season. It is a season. A season. I can do this for a season.
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