Momlife is no joke. The timed meal plan is definitely helping me with discipline and using those bits of time to strategically get things done. Here’s what my day looked like.
6:48 wake up before alarm. Roll over for a bit more sleep
7:30 get up
7:50 downstairs and putting together preworkout meal. Remember to test blood sugar before eating. Happy with fasting number improvement.
8:08 done with preworkout meal. Put in trash bag.
8:10 go into the office to load posts for 2 fit friend groups.
8:40 back downstairs for energize and to make iced tea for hubby.
8:45 on the couch with the high temperature blanket to do yesterday’s row and think about the highs of this weekend. Mindfulness is so good. Take laundry down 2 flights and throw in a load.
10:30 recover with raspberries
10:45 take out recycling and move laundry
11-12 shower and change and post workout meal
2:05 eat meal
2:15-3:15 pack up prizes for team
3:30-3:50 post office
4:00 gymnastics and finishing school with L
5:30 home from gymnastics
8:00 family game time
10:00 hopeful for bedtime!!
You’ll probably never read this, but I wanted to say thank you. You were pushing your infant in the stroller and stopped to say hi and remarked how cute I looked. Thank you. You’re always coming up with kind amazing things to say even as you juggle working and being a new mama. It meant a lot.
It meant a lot because I had just changed into a sun dress after what I was cooking dropped and sprayed my 2nd outfit of the day. I was stressed about trying to get fish, veggies and biscuits done at the same time and onto the table hot after coming home late from dance and dawdling kids. I was feeling spread too thin and aggravated that hubby came home and played his app games instead of starting dinner the way he wanted it. I had made the mistake of asking him how I should cook the fish then got mad when it wasn’t the fast way I had scraped up to get it made. If he had started cooking I would’ve felt bad that he had to work then come home to make his own dinner.
Sometimes it’s so hard to snap out of the grumpy cycle. The dishes slam on the table, the pot covers close a bit too hard and sound like cymbals.
So thank you sweet neighbor for your kind, heartfelt compliment. It broke my self-criticism, negativity and frustration. I am grateful for you.