Monday, Monday, Monday

I wanted to be up by 5:30 this morning. I work out in the morning. I love to run when everthing else is quiet. I love the feel of being the only one on the planet. However, when my husband took a managers position half an hour away from home that all changed. He will leave for work between 3:30 and 5:30 in the morning. This means that Supermom, who has been hard wired to wake and work-out, has to wait until he returns in the evening to work-out. My sleep has suffered greatly. If you work out to close to slumber time it makes your slumber restless. Well at least it does mine. And consequently by the time I feel I am sleeping well it is time to get up. So I have been waking late in an effort to take advantage of the good sleep I get when I should be up.

It is horrible. I spend most of the day feeling sleepy and achy. Today I was hoping to get up and lift weights. Needless to say that did not happen. Perhaps I can hit the weights during nap time. Or better yet, I might nap.

I am a creature of habit. Like I have already said I plan and when my well laid out plan is up rooted I have to juggle. I do not juggle well. Here is where Elasti-girl has everything over me. I try to improvise, but my body is not fooled. Clearly I am not as flexible as I need to be.

I propose a new movement. Mom's unite to have everyone's life revolve around them. Not the other way around. Why must we be the ones who have to wait? Why must our schedule be modified to suit every other family member? Why must we be in charge of all the appointments, sitters, and shopping? Mom's need to rise up. Pass on some responsibility to the older children, to the husband. Rise-up and have a little me time. Then hold on to it and do not negotiate it away. Only when we are cared for can we ever become the true Supermom they need us to be.