So far I have not managed to keep up with my training, not one week! It worries me because this is the least demanding part of the training schedule, so how am I going to keep up a couple months from now?
Adam had his vasectomy last Friday, which went fairly smoothly except for some minor complications this week. It was nice to have him home all weekend and have time to actually talk to each other. But it's been rough trying to take care of Brenden and manage the cooking and cleaning mostly on my own, plus try to make up lost time at work. It only got worse this week when Adam and Brenden came down with the stomch flu early Thursday morning. They were so miserable, and Adam and I missed even more time from work.
I have had to remind myself many times this week that I can only do what I can do. As much as I wish I had time to rake leaves, air up my tires, and get in a good run, it was impossible this week. I seriously had zero opportunities to accomplish these things. Which is part of what convinced me that I am not meant to have another child. Some people shrug off the limitations of being a parent, but it drives me insane sometimes when I find myself stuck in a grind of responsibilities. It's the downside of waiting a while to start a family - it's hard to give up that freedom after you spend a few years developing your interests. I remember the first time I realized how grueling parenthood was going to be - I was lying in bed with Brenden in his bassinet next to me, and I heard the bus I used to take to work go by outside our house. I was insanely jealous of my ex-fellow bus riders. I knew those jerks were headed downtown to their Starbucks coffee and their solo bathroom breaks, and I was going to spend my day exhausted, with every minute dictated by an infant.
Not that it wasn't well worth it. Brenden is the most funny, intelligent, and thoughtful little boy. This morning I put his coat and gloves on, and because I was in a hurry I just threw on a sweater as we ran out the door. Brenden looked at my hands and said, "Mommy glubs?" So sweet.
Now that I have vented some frustration over this week, I can look forward to next week in hopes that I get in a little more running and maybe even a minute of R&R. I'm cautiously optimistic.
