THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
While the schedule of school is a good thing, all the other things that begin with school are slowly killing me. We added soccer and football, resumed piano and threw it all into the schedule of school, scouts and YW activities. We are a family that needs large margins, margins we don't currently have. In theory, we should be able to keep our home running with a decent morning and evening effort combined with some more concentrated tweaks on the weekend. Instead, we seem to have a family wide inability to get anything done unless I am personally following everyone individually giving line-item instructions. Add to that the exhaustion of too many "things" going and we are running on constant meltdown, flameout, chaos and it isn't pretty. Out of tune is an understatement.
So, upon returning home from the triathamom, I made a drastic change. For the last 6 years or so, I have run 3 mornings a week with my friend Jenn. We use this time to exercise, to chat, to vent, to seek and offer advice on our lives. Each year, fitting in the run became more difficult--she has kids in early morning seminary and super smart math classes. I have young kids and kids who are seemingly unable to get themselves successfully from bed to school. I kept hoping that small tweaks would fix things, that I wouldn't have to give it up. But when I came home, I knew what the sad answer was. It seems ironic that my response to the physical endeavor of the triathaMOM would be to stop my regular exercise schedule. Irony should probably be my middle name.
I still need exercise. I still crave time with my dear friend. Perhaps answers will be forthcoming soon?
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