I was out of work from Wednesday evening and returned this morning. However, not without drama. I woke up at 7:10 a.m. That means I had 5 minutes to get the kids dressed and breakfast-ed before the bus for school arrived. I don't normally oversleep. I had an awful night. But I got them onto the bus.
Last night, Hubby had the TV on in the Master and refused to turn it off knowing full well that I wanted to sleep. Yeah! He had his moment of stubborness and flat out rudeness. He is crabby because he has minor surgery tomorrow. The boy woke up at midnight with an earache. Hubby, who is incapable of doling out medication and treating minor pain and suffering, woke me up. No fever. Gave him two Children's Tylenol. And despite his crying and discomfort, I put him to bed.
Baby proceeded to start crying at 1 a.m. to which I picked her up, gave her Ibuprofen and juice. At about 1:30 a.m. I hear boy run to the bathroom and spill his guts all over the wall and floor. Great effort to actually get it in the toilet, but missed miserably. Hubby went to clean boy's room. I cleaned up the bathroom with the baby in my arms. I am mentally filing away that the boy may be allergic to shellfish because he had the crispy shrimp for lunch. He claimed that he will, "never eat shrimp again."
After Baby watched an hour of Nick Jr (thank you Nickelodeon for making this a 24 hour channel), I put her to bed and tried with all my might to sleep in the den because I was pissed at hubby for being rude and inept at nursing a kid back to health. I probably fell asleep by 3:30 a.m. My alarm was set to ring at 4:50 a.m. But I figure I slept right through it. Awful feeling to wake up and rush around like a maniac.
I sent everyone to school and baby to daycare because I had to go to work. I'd already missed so many days. I am trying to have a semblance of a career and make money for this family. I can't possibly be a SAHM anymore, but I am feeling completely inadequate at being both a career woman and a Mom, and wife, and commit to myself. However, I am pushed along by the fact that my mother was a single parent. My best friend is a single parent. We all know someone who is struggling with making a job fit their home life. I am no different than everybody in the world. And I can't quit this career path that I worked so hard for.
But when these tough days happen there is always something that has gotta give. I refuse to give up on eating right today. One thing that I am most proud of is the fact that I pre-made my steel cut oats last night. I also prepacked my lunch out of leftovers. I grabbed some fruit for snacks. I have snack goods in my drawer and the office fridge. That will be a life saver today.
As far as exercise, I will have to do it tonight when the kids go to bed. I am excited about my strength training routine. I don't want to fail doing that.
Speaking of working mom's who are doing this wellness journey, I want you to visit my friend Necia. Necia is my blog friend, connected through our mutual love of spinning fiber and knitting, even sewing. We've never met in person and we've never talked on the phone, but she is a great friend that encourages me and motivates me to do well in whatever I do. Her new journey to healthy eating, fitness, and weight loss sparked my preparation and organization last night. She gave me the motivation to make a few days worth of breakfast. I packed my lunch last night because of her batch cooking and packaging efforts this weekend, which she posted on Facebook. She has started to go to the gym and work on her fitness. With a full time job and a commute in the Tri State Area of NY/NJ/CT, a hubby, and two kids (one is an infant), she is a super mom who deserves a lot of support and encouragement from this fantastic community. Show her some blog love . . . please.