Finding “me” time…
Finding “me” time…
The phrase of all phrases that gets pushed aside by the daily list of tasks and responsibilities. You get caught up in doing everything for everyone else and forget to focus on “you.”
I am guilty of this…my kids look put together and I am running behind them in sweatpants with my hair stuffed in baseball cap and a claw clip. I recently decided to make it a goal to at minimum do my daily face wash routine and a 20 minute workout. The word workout used loosely…3 sets of 10…varying from body weight to weight lifting. Exercises I can do if needed with a feral toddler using me a jungle gym. Bridge raises with a 30 pound child on top of you are no joke.
I run a list in my head with the bare minimum…Face routine, eat food and 3/10/20…some days if I am lucky I make it to Pilates or a Zumba class. I have the attention span of a hamster with their head cut off; organized classes with somebody telling me what do help. I have enough running thru my head as it is and need background noise or music to stay on task. If you read these blogs you will quickly see that staying on task is not my strong point…if your in my close circle you know this just from being around me for more 10 minutes. That attention span makes finding “me” time an item that easily gets passsed over by the list of halfway completed tasks throughout the day.
It took me a whole day over the weekend to complete the 3 workout intervals…between kids, making food, starting and stopping the dishes a few times and staring down the laundry mountain. Most of the time, the “me” time consists of taking a deep breath and taking a few sips of the coffee that has bee put in the microwave 5+ times. Balance is something that we can strive for; perfection is the goal that we can spend our whole lives chasing. I am learning this and have to remind myself of this without letting my OCD and neuro-spicy tendencies get in the way. For perspective … I have been trying to complete the dishes this all morning while arguing with an unhinged 1 year old after using him as a 30 pound weight for push-ups as he proceeded to pull my hair out and hit me a toy remote.
Balancing “me” time with chaos…
