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Time in a Mother's Hands

A couple of years ago, I had a friend over for a drink. The kids have resigned to their bedroom so, I decided pulling out a bubbly together with a (non-mother) friend would be fun. We would talk about non-mothering stuff. Like...I don't know...a jazz singer we don't know?

Working from home is a major hurdle for anyone who have to take care of their kids at the same time. It requires strategic planning akin to the ones they do at NASA when predicting which meteor will hit us when. You just can't find the time for simple things....like going to the bathroom or calling your friend. These seemingly simple tasks and pleasures have taken the back seat for such a long time that I no longer knew what I did for fun.

Oh yes. Partying. Geez, what the hell is THAT?!

So, that night, my friend told me very simply, 'You just need to get out and do something when you have the time to', she quipped.

When I have what? Time? Like in the middle of the night, you mean? Is IKEA open then? When it is time I need to rest my bloody carcass of a body?! Oh come on.

Friends who have no kids don't know what the challenge is all about so, I hold nothing against her. But she has a point. There's got to a way around this....issue. And that is when the concept of a home gym came in. This concept also resulted in endless rounds of shopping for yoga mats. I have like, I don't know, enough yoga mats at home for a good sizable gym session. Except that I don't teach yoga. Not good enough for that.

But I will have you know that I do a pretty mean Downward Dog and Savasana. (Corpse Pose, for those who don't know). I make a pretty fantastic Corpse, I can tell you that!

As the kids grew bigger, it became more possible to push them out the door for walks. I threaten to take away devices, laptops, tab time and television time or tell them that I won't let them use my Paypal to buy stuff on Team Fortress 2 without them throwing me a a Terrible Two. YESS! Been over that hill, I rock!

So, if you are a new mother trying to find enough time to even comb your hair without hearing a 'MoooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOm.....' down the hallway, I totally get you. I wish you well and as few splitting headaches as possible.

But it will be over. This too, shall pass. This post is a simple reach-out session to those who feel like packing their bags and leaving for Bali. FOREVER.



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