Tuesday I was up at 5 to get my workout done before I had to get the kids up and going, then get myself showered and out the door by 7am for a meeting.
It was mid getting kids up when it hit me, I am no longer a stay at home mom that works some. I am now a full time working mom. I fully understood that when I said:
‘Sorry this bread is so stale (for the peanut butter sandwiches for lunch), but this is the only kind we have left without mold.’
‘I can either be at the start of your track meet OR get groceries today, not both.’
‘How about bacon and gluten free donuts for breakfast?’
‘Go downstairs and check the unfolded laundry baskets for some pants. Nothing? Just wear a pair that don’t look dirty.’
I am having to majorly adjust my expectations for my parenting and my workouts. I hope that things will settle down (You know when race season starts and I have a race to time almost every weekend.) Crap. At least I really, really love my job!