Mama Fog

It's camp week over here.  It's wonderful and annoying at the same time.

I have two kids in two different camps, and one enjoying our town's summer recreation program.  All three of these activities are at different times.

This week, one camp runs from 8:30-12:00.  Another from 12:30-3:30, and Summer Rec is 9:00-12:00.  Add in two doctor appointments, a dishwasher repairman, weight room for my son and gymnastics for my daughter and I didn't know what day it was today.

Literally.

I woke up, in a carpooling confused fog and it took me a few minutes to remember it's Tuesday.  The brain was, and still is working in slow motion.  Almost like it's rebelling against me and all the craziness. 

Without any Starbucks run in sight, this is gonna be a long day.

But hey, it is summer vacation. 

And that makes it all alright.

Cheers!

6:15am

During the week, I set my alarm for 6:15am.  Hubby needs to leave for work by 7:30, and I've discovered that the best time for me to run is in the morning.

If I get up, and get out the door, I get my run in before my day begins.  There are no distractions and no excuses.  I'm also usually too tired to even realize I'm going for a run. 

This works out well, because by the time I wake up I'm five minutes in and there is no turning back. 

There are many mornings I just want to lay in bed and fall back asleep.  If it's raining, I do just this.  I love a good rain at 6:15 that clears in time to enjoy the day.  Those rainy mornings are the ones I sleep in without regret. 

But I know that if it's sunny, I'm running.  If it's cloudy, I'm running.  If Hubby is not away on business I'm running. 

I have turned off the alarm enough to know that I may be happy for the few minutes I'm falling back asleep, but I'll be kicking myself for not running the rest of the day.  99% of the time I tell myself "I'll run later tonight..." I never get that run in. 

If I get up, I may be annoyed for a few minutes, but by the time I'm running I'm good.  And that's what I need to get my day going.  A good, sweaty no excuses run. 

What do you need to get your day going?

Happy Monday, enjoy the week ahead!

Dads

Dad's, in my world, are completely different than moms.  My mom was the every day caretaker.  The lunch packer.  She was up at night giving medicine and was always the last one to bed.  She was the one who ran us to appointments and rushed to CVS for project supplies.

My dad was more the athletic director.  The grass mower.  The guy who played hard and was there for all the big stuff.  He was also a tad more "fun," especially as I got older.  He didn't fret about as much as my mom did, and he was not prone to those crazy freak outs.  Those pace all over and yell-into-the-air-to-no-one episodes that always kind of scared me.

Sorry mom. 

Mom, I get where your stress came from and why you weren't always a ball of laughs.  I also now, yell into the air to no one about stuff like unpacked lunch sacks.

Our house is much the same as mine was growing up, although Hubby has done a fabulous job of being involved in the daily tasks over these past several years.  He gets laundry sorted and he runs the kids where they need to be.  "Dads" have evolved a bit in the housework/childcare department since I was a kid.

Hubby is also, sigh, at times more "fun." But that is completely because he doesn't stress about how clean the house is or how many carpools need to be sorted for the week ahead.

He keeps it real, which keeps me real.  Usually.

Dads to me, are realists.  They lay down when they are tired, no matter how much mess is left uncleaned.  They help when they are asked, but they can't read minds.  They are more fun for the kids because they don't carry more weight on their shoulders than is necessary.

And truthfully, I need that kind of fresh air.  Kids do too.

Happy Father's Day to my athletic director, grass mower, fun, keep it real Dad and Hubby.

You've kept my blood pressure considerably lower over the years, and I love yas.

Muah (that's a kiss, from me).