For the last 3.5 months, the focus in this house has been solely on surviving. Making it day to day, getting the minimal done, all without killing each other. And almost all over summer break. It’s been hard.
Last night I decided that needed to change. And today? Boy, did today confirm those thoughts.
It was a rough day. Really rough. Without going into details, let’s just say that Adam took the day off work and by 3:40 he wished he hadn’t. It was going to be one last fun day together as a family before school started, seeing “Planes” and running last minute school supply errands. It crashed and burned. We did in fact see the movie and run those errands, but almost everyone was in tears by 4:30.
Things had to change.
And then I made dinner and we sat down together as a family, like we always do, and something happened. I don’t know what it was, but sitting together over dinner brought us back together. And before we were done, I was trying to photo-bomb pictures of the kids (that ended up just being a crazy picture of ME).
And we ended the evening in tears from laughter, rather than sadness. Even Isaac had the giggles.
And I realized again that the focus has to shift. Not just because the girls start back to school on Thursday and I start working back at the office a week from tomorrow (rather than from home like I’ve been doing since Isaac was born). But for the health of our family.
We’ve got to start taking better care of ourselves as a family. Loving each other better. For me, that starts with taking better care of myself personally. I’ve got to go to bed earlier (which will get easier once I’m back at the office rather than working from home at night). I’ve got to take time out for myself. These kids take so much out of me that I end up leaving nothing in the reserve for me or for my marriage. EPIC FAIL.
Remember when I told you I was going to start running and refueling with chocolate milk? Well, I started. But I haven’t done nearly as well as I’d hoped or planned. I’ve let life ~ lack of sleep (due to being up in the middle of the night with Isaac or working too late) being the main one ~ get in the way. I’ve worked up to 2 miles in 25 minutes and let me tell you, sometimes the only thing that keeps be going is knowing that I’ll be drinking a nice cold glass of chocolate milk at the end of my run.
But it doesn’t just taste good. It really helps me refuel. The last time I ran regularly, I had major knee pains. So much so that I couldn’t run more than a mile without hurting so much I had to stop. And my muscles hurt for 2 days after each run. All I was drinking was water at the end of my runs because I was thirsty and hot. This time? I’m drinking chocolate milk at the end of each of my runs and have noticed a significant difference in how my (older) body is handling the increased stress. I haven’t had to stop once because of knee pain and have only had mildly sore muscles (which feels good actually).
I run my first race this Saturday. It’s the 7th Annual Running for World Water 5k and I hope to finish in 36 minutes. I know that’s pretty darn slow, but I’ve got to start somewhere, right? And *when* I finish in 36 minutes, I’ll have a nice cold glass of chocolate milk waiting for me at the finish line.
And I’m not going to share it with any of my kids. Nana nana boo boo.
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post. I am working with Indiana Dairy and their Refuel Runner Ambassador Program. I’m super excited to be part of the program and to share with you my opinions and experiences. Of course, those opinions and experiences are all my own. Now go refuel with chocolate milk.