TGI... OMG I'm So Tired
Two and a half weeks since I've posted here! Feeling so far behind, and with so much to say, and not enough time to actually write it all out. Because, you know, life. Momlife, to be specific. The end of the school year has mercilessly hurtled itself at us at light speed and I was SO NOT READY. I'm never ready, but I felt even less ready this year. But it is happening, so.So I find myself at Starbucks, still sweaty from my 45-minute kickboxing class and with an hour to spare before I have to release my babysitter and report back to mom duty. I'm taking hold of this precious hour with both hands, trying not to strangle it but holding on to each minute for dear life. This has been a trying week, with my under-the-weather-yet-still-rambunctious (HOW?!!) four-year-old son usurping most of my energy. He is between school and summer camp this week, and I thought it would be easier than past years (four is supposed to be better than three which is supposed to be better than two...) but SURPRISE! Having him with me all week has left me feeling exhausted deep into my bones.And I feel guilty admitting that. Because he is such a darn good, sweet, fun kid. And I feel like I should be a stronger, more creative, more energized mom. That I should have created a week of magic and quality time and craft projects and museum trips and - how am I still allowing myself to be a victim of mom guilt almost 7 years into parenthood?!STOP.Enough. Back to what is real: I feel deeply, utterly pooped. I have been in bed by 8:30 the last two nights, asleep by 9:30, and STILL feel totally wrecked when my alarm jars me awake at six. I've been hydrating and eating better than I have in weeks, yet I can't shake this fatigue and fuzzy brain. ("Did I pay the babysitter on Monday?" "Did I hug my kid goodbye?") So I've started feeling anxious about that, which of course makes everything worse.I haven't felt anxiety like this since I was a big ol' wino. And it is most unwelcome.Let's focus on the positive. I'm proud of myself for prioritizing my kickboxing class during a week when routine is out the window. When I got to the 'bux I had a dozen FitPoints and all my Weeklies at my disposal and I chose to spend nine of these precious points on oatmeal with honey and nuts, plus a 0-point unsweetened iced green tea. The pre-Weight Watchers me would have ordered a sausage sandwich and a venti cold brew with a generous splash of soy milk. But I actually WANTED to make this healthy choice. My eating habits are truly changing for the better! YAY. (I'll have that cold brew tomorrow though.)So, I may be at the end of a wonky week and feeling disoriented by fatigue and stuck in an anxiety-fueled cycle of yuck, but I'm proud of myself for building strength and endurance through kickboxing and then refueling in such a healthy way. Sometimes eking out a small victory (or two!) is a huge victory in itself.