Imagine it....me, running on the treadmill, ipod blasting in my ears (on purpose), one kid trying to jump on the treadmill while I am running (succeeding in tripping me), one kid sitting on the exercise bike next to the treadmill trying to get my attention, and the next kid yelling at me (can't hear cause of my ipod) to do, who knows what.
I have determined that no matter what, I am going to run on that treadmill, no matter what chaos is going on around me. I have instructed the kids to only talk to me unless it is an emergency (apparently, one kid sneezing on another kid is an emergency). I simply look to see if the kids are standing, there is no blood, does the house smell of smoke, and the look on their face to see if it is a "true" emergency, and if it is not, I keep running. Ipod blasting, to keep out the "chaos."
I decided that, dang it, I deserve to have a half-hour of "me time." Before the other two kids came to our home, and Chris and I had Riley, it wasn't too hard to exercise, Riley was pretty good at keeping herself entertained (I could even take her to the gym and she would sit nicely), but now it is times three, and the drama is times three. However, they can deal with the drama and "sneezing" for a half-hour on their own, and yes, for all those concerned the children are running naked through the streets with no shoes on and haven't been fed for days...it has only happened once. Ha. They are fine!
I have really enjoyed the time with my own brain again, I have missed myself. I love feeling the air through my lungs, the music in my ears (mostly the hard rock stuff...it gets me going), and the quiet time away from everyone else. I love pushing myself, I always have. I love exercising, I always have. I love sports, playing sports and sweating...it is such a high. I love hanging out with just me and my ipod.
I am so proud of myself, I was able to get my treadmill up to 4.5 mph yesterday, which may not be a big deal to some, but to someone with no legs (okay, not literally), it is pretty dang fast. Chris and I (okay, maybe Chris doesn't know it is a competition), are trying to beat each other to see who can go the farthest and fastest...I think I am beating him (again, he may not know it is a competition), and it makes me feel great! It feels good to win. Ha. Granted, I am beating a one armed man right now...just wait till his cast comes off and there will be no excuses! Ha.
If you were to peek into my window and see three kids around the treadmill...and a mom ignoring the kids, you might think "what a selfish mom," but you know what, they would be right...."I need to be selfish." Dang right.
Besides...aren't these two worth me being a little selfish?
I have determined that no matter what, I am going to run on that treadmill, no matter what chaos is going on around me. I have instructed the kids to only talk to me unless it is an emergency (apparently, one kid sneezing on another kid is an emergency). I simply look to see if the kids are standing, there is no blood, does the house smell of smoke, and the look on their face to see if it is a "true" emergency, and if it is not, I keep running. Ipod blasting, to keep out the "chaos."
I decided that, dang it, I deserve to have a half-hour of "me time." Before the other two kids came to our home, and Chris and I had Riley, it wasn't too hard to exercise, Riley was pretty good at keeping herself entertained (I could even take her to the gym and she would sit nicely), but now it is times three, and the drama is times three. However, they can deal with the drama and "sneezing" for a half-hour on their own, and yes, for all those concerned the children are running naked through the streets with no shoes on and haven't been fed for days...it has only happened once. Ha. They are fine!
I have really enjoyed the time with my own brain again, I have missed myself. I love feeling the air through my lungs, the music in my ears (mostly the hard rock stuff...it gets me going), and the quiet time away from everyone else. I love pushing myself, I always have. I love exercising, I always have. I love sports, playing sports and sweating...it is such a high. I love hanging out with just me and my ipod.
I am so proud of myself, I was able to get my treadmill up to 4.5 mph yesterday, which may not be a big deal to some, but to someone with no legs (okay, not literally), it is pretty dang fast. Chris and I (okay, maybe Chris doesn't know it is a competition), are trying to beat each other to see who can go the farthest and fastest...I think I am beating him (again, he may not know it is a competition), and it makes me feel great! It feels good to win. Ha. Granted, I am beating a one armed man right now...just wait till his cast comes off and there will be no excuses! Ha.
If you were to peek into my window and see three kids around the treadmill...and a mom ignoring the kids, you might think "what a selfish mom," but you know what, they would be right...."I need to be selfish." Dang right.
Besides...aren't these two worth me being a little selfish?
Good for you Brook! You deserve to have you time, be selfish! Way to go on the treadmill! I just barely made it to 3 mph and I totally understand about the "no legs" makes it hard to get going very fast.
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I miss Amy!!!