Seriously? It's Friday already!
Where does the time go? Why does it fly by faster than a speeding bullet?
I have missed two weeks of writing this segment on the blog. Well, there goes one New Years resolution down the drain. Said with a deep sigh.
I have reflected a lot on this number over the past few weeks.
Four kids is a lot to juggle. Four of anything is hard to juggle and kids are just so dang heavy. I can barely lift them off the ground to get them high enough before I have to catch the next one.
(insert smiley face)
Before you start thinking -- well you had them --let me just say I would not trade them for anything in this world. I would also, for the record, have four more if my mind and body could handle it.
Like any new Mom I am having to adjust my schedule and my life. I am trying to whittle out time for each kiddo, a husband and-- heaven help me--a bit of time for myself.
I live in a world were I flip flop ages all day long. My brain hurts by the end of the day. Below is an example of a four minute span of conversation at my house.
Baby: Goo Goo Ga Ga
Isabella: Mommy will get the Triops there food in a minute.
Baby: Who is the cutest baby (said in the gooiest and sweetest voice)?
Rye: Yes, I can drive you to college, give me 5 minutes to brush my hair and find the keys.
Isabella: Don't cut your Barbie's hair.
Baby: trilling my tongue to make her smile
Cory: Is lunch ready?
Drake: I need a ride to work.
Baby: Change me! Change me! wa-wa-wa-wa
Me: I need coffee! I need Calgon to take me away for 20 minutes.
..and this goes on all day long. My time is spent teaching, driving, cooking and cleaning.
How do I make time for myself when the needs of my family are my first priority?
It is true that I struggle to balance it all. I do realize though, that if I am not making time for myself then I am not at my best for the family that I have chosen to have.
In the past, I would come down really hard on myself for doing simple things to make me happy. I felt as though I was being selfish with my time. If I worked on a quilt instead of doing the dishes then it would not sit well with me the next day.
Those days are long gone. THANK GOODNESS
From life experience and with a bit of maturity I know several things: those dishes will get done, if I deviate from Mommy duties for a few minutes, my family will survive and it's okay for me to stop and refocus for a time.
The things which I do, that allow me to feel as though I do get a bit of time for myself, are not glamorous or large in nature. This is not me. I am a simple girl with simple desires.
I take baths. This is my time. I can relax, read and play a game on my phone. Oh, my husband hates that last part! Water and phones don't mix-- but hey, why do we pay for insurance if we don't use it?
Right? Okay, you're probably right. It is a bad idea but it makes me happy to crush Candy.
I love to write in my journal. I love to document each day the events that my family are doing. I am fearful that I will forget the tiniest moments from my life. I want to remember what my kids are doing and have done. So much so, that I am driven to write them down.
I blog. I find so much comfort in the kitchen, learning new skills, reading cookbooks and feeding my family. It is a hobby that benefits me and my families tummies.
I thrift store shop. I grew up buying my clothes, shoes and accessories in Oregon at some of the best consignment stores. Going into a shop and searching out something that I want or need is exciting in my mind. The hunt is very rewarding.
This is the hardest, of which, I hate to love. I will be honest. I don't like to exercise (<--that word is the most annoying word to write. I NEVER spell it correctly the first time).
The gym--stay focused Sherron, you're drifting again.
Every time Cory and I go to the gym the guy leaves there walking on cloud nine. He has had the best time sweating, running and working his muscles. It annoys me to no end--lol.
I really wanted to find his attitude for my gym time but I struggled. I feel compelled to do these things because I want to stay healthy, stay in my weight range and--the most important reason-- it is a way that the two of us get a little bit of time together each day.
My attitude is slowly leaning towards Cory's enthusiasm with the discovery of the rowing machine and yoga. I was so focused on running and failing miserable at it. This was souring my attitude toward the gym.
I needed a change and set my heart on the rowing machine and have not looked back. It is very addicting and I find myself yearning to go to the gym now. I can't wait to strap my shoes in, set the dial, insert my ear plugs and grab the handle.
slide-pull-slide-pull--the best 45 minutes workout EVER!
Back and forth. The steady rhythm of the machine puts me into a trance like state. I close my eyes and feel my muscles working and burning.
breathing in--breathing out--repeat
When I return home and the Littles (Isabella and Finnley) are placed in my arms with hugs and love, my heart is so full. When Rye and Drake need me--I feel useful.
My day is complete.
Yes, it is a lot. I do struggle with the juggle of time.
...it will all be gone before I know it and I will be wishing and wanting my home to be filled with FOUR again.
Written by Sherron Watson