Perspective

The hardest thing I've ever done in my life is being a mom.  The pressure is always there.  I can't let my guard down for a second.  I do.  But I shouldn't.  Because I have these 3 little moldable people, looking at me, to show them the way.  But the truth is, I get tired.  And unfortunately, after work, they get whats left of me.  And let me tell you, there's not a whole lot left. I think I've lost sight of what is important.  I've forgotten what my single most important job is here on this earth. 

My kids are growing fast.  They will all be in school all day next year.  My time is limited with them.  Its not New Years Day, or someone's birthday, or some significant event in my life.  But I'm going to make a deal with myself.  I'm going to save my best, for my kids.  I'm going to make sure the majority (I can't be perfect, you know) of the things I model for them, will be honorable, full of character, and noble.  Its a tall order.  But I only get one shot.  And they only get one mom.

Date night

I am the biggest Lady Antebellum fan ever. Ever I tell you. But I'm not a psycho obsessive fan. Just a love their music fan. So when Andy surprised me with tickets to their concert last week, just because, I might add, I was freaking out.
Now either your a concert person, or your not. And while I'm quick to admit Andy and I don't have a whole lot in common, the fact that we love concerts is one of the few things we do have in common. There is just something about singing along with the real singers and not with my CD. So I was quick to video some of my ultimate favorite songs. And I figured that the music was so loud the video would not pick up my voice but theirs. Well, I was wrong. My totally awesome videos have me singing very loudly, and not always in key. Good thing Andy doesn't sing and videoed a couple of my Favs too.
Thanks Andy for the just because gift! You made my year!

I love you Lady A.

The treadmill

I have a love/hate relationship with the treadmill.  Most people hate it.  Its a necessary evil for me if I am going to make it to the OKC Memorial Half Marathon.  If I can't get myself up at 445am.  Which is more often than not, I'm stuck with the treadmill on my lunch hour.  In fact, this week, my motivation to get out of bed early one morning, was because I did not want to spend my lunch hour on the treadmill.  But it only happened once.

Yesterday, it was Friday.  Friday's are hard for me to focus.  I don't know why.  Well, I do know why.  Because its the day before the weekend.  I have a hard time focusing on work, or anything for that matter. Let alone, getting in a run.  But because I'm a slacker,and had taken more "rest" days then I was alotted, I knew I had to hit the treadmill at lunch.  It ended up being a late one, and that was fine with me.  So I got to the gym about 115.  There wasn't a soul in there.  I totally scored.  I love it when I get the gym all to myself.  So I got up on the treadmill...hit start...and I was off.

Now if your a runner, you will identify with this.  If your not, you won't.  But indulege me for just a second.  There is this time, in a run, when all the sudden, everything just seems to click.  It doesn't happen every run, but when it does, its so worth it.  You feel like its effortless, and you could seriously go forever.  That rarely happens to me on the treadmill.  But yesterday, it did.  The songs on my ipod were my favorites, there was no one in the gym to make me self conscious, and I felt like I could go on forever.  I didn't of course, I only had time for 35 minutes, but I take what I can get.

Happy Treadmill Running.

A cold shower

I am a self proclaimed morning person.  But it really is true.  So if I decide to get up at 445 in the morning, and work out, its hard, but I can do it.  Then people say things like "your so crazy, how can you do that?"  But to put it in perspective, if you asked me to go take a run at 8:30 at night, I'd think you were crazy, because I really need to be in bed around 9:15. 

So I got up at 440 this morning, to head to work to do some interval work on the treadmill.  I love the fact that barely anyone is up, but I am.  That is one motivation for me to get up early.  Its that hour or so that it is literally just me, before the world wakes up.  So I join a select few in the fitness center for some sweat and introspection.  I was successful in pushing myself, which doesn't always happen, so it was a good workout.  Now when you finish a good workout, the shower is something you really look forward to.  And I'm ok with showering in a locker room.  I have all my stuff, and my flip flops, so I'm good.  Now today, I get in my fav shower, and realize, the water is not getting warm.  Now our showers at work have been known to not have hot water - and its happened to me at lunch before.   But I"m able to take a half shower then - a jump under, jump out, soap up, jump back under kindof thing.  But that is not possible when I am needing to shampoo my hair.  So I took a deep breath, jumped under, and got it done.

Now that is not my idea of a good start to my morning.  Even a morning person has a hard time getting up at 440am, for the record.  But it was the start to my Wednesday.  I don't know about you, but maybe, sometimes we need that cold shower, just to shake us up a bit.  I've had my turn.  Tomorrow, its a nice warm shower at home.

Slacker

You know its bad when they've changed the layout of the entire blog website.

Sooooooooo.  How's it going?  crickets.........

I won't bore you with all the millions of reasons as to why the poor blog has been neglected.  Lets just move on.  Get past it.  And jump right into ...FALL!!!

So this week at school, the kids have "Book Character Day".  I'm pretty sure the idea is that they get to wear their halloween costumes besides just trick or treating.  If you do that kind of thing.  But not for my kids.  Not only are their halloween costumes, not from a book, but they were having no part of me trying to work them into book character day.  So I got to come up with not 3 costumes, but 6.  So we've got Fancy Nancy, Amelia Bedilia, and Frank Hardy.  Then we're going to have twin kittens, and the tin man.  It should be adorable, if I can just pull it all off, and I'll be sure to post pictures....for the crickets.  Ha!

Its the weekend

Its the weekend and look at me!! I'm blogging!!! To the air I'm sure. And that is ok with my. My faithful readers have given up on me. My apologies. This was always my outlet. So if its just me and the keys of my computer, or 1000 people, its still serves the same purpose.

Today was the first day of soccer. I never played soccer. Its interesting to me that my kids want to. The real reason I never played soccer was because I hated to run. Funny, huh. I've said before that I used to hate it. Its true. This is Carson's 3rd year playing soccer. We play in the recreational church league. The kids learn the game, and for the most part, there aren't psycho push parents. (I was told by my husband today to stop yelling and jumping up and down). The past 2 years for Zak have been being on a team that is lucky to win a couple of games the entire season. He's usually one who hangs back and doesn't care necessarily about getting in on the action. Its hard for his competitive mom to watch. But I've learned. Well, today was different. After 2 years of hanging back, that boy took control today and scored 3 goals. He had not made one goal in 2 years in a game. And 3 today!!!! That's what triggered the jumping up and down and yelling by me. I was so stinking proud of him. I have 3 theories on today's game. #1, its just finally clicked and he just figured it all out. #2, its because they changed the age brackets for his division and he's now at the same level as everyone else. Or #3, he had just sat and watched his younger sister, Paige tear it up in her game.

Its Paige's first year to play, and after the first practice, I knew she was of my DNA. She hustled, and wanted to be in on the action. She scored 3 goals in her game as well. It was a good day for our fam when it came to soccer.

So I had to learn a little lesson today. I had already counted Zak out. I just figured he wasn't going to be that athlete that was aggressive, took control, and played hard. Its hard to admit I counted him out, but I did. He showed me.

How many times do we count people out, without giving them time to go at their own pace, and then show what they've got?

Happy Weekend.

For Real?

Has it seriously been since May that I have posted? For Shame!!!! I'm sure there's no one left to read my musings. It might be bettter that way.

So summer has been filled with work, a little travel, a lot of poolside, and no running. Its been nice. Its been blazing hot, and my motivation level for anything active has been nonexistent. And I've told myself that is ok.

But my favorite season is sooo close. I'm excited, but at the same time, its so hard to envision pumpkins and crisp air when its 105 degrees outside. But I'm still hopeful.

I'm off to the east coast the beginning of this week for work. Looking forward to a little bit of down time and a change in scenery.

I'll be back soon, promise.