Me Challenge

In all my angst about kindergarten, I forgot to do my update for Dolli-Mama's 52 Week Me Time Challenge.  I wish I could say that I did something wonderfully exciting this week but alas, I didn't.  

The good news is that I made it to the gym a few times this week.  I plopped the girls in the childcare and hopped on the machines.  It isn't much and it certainly doesn't make for riveting blog content but I am glad that I am doing it. The bad news is my ass is still the size of the Yukon Territory but at least I feel like I accomplished something when I stagger off the treadmill.

When I think back to the first year of the babies' lives, it is hard to believe that I survived with my sanity in check.  The exclusive breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, and all the necessary tasks to keep the children alive and the house from imploding made time to myself virtually impossible.  I've had so many people come up to me and say the usual line, "I don't know how you do it."  The truth is that doing it requires a lot of help and a lot of self sacrifice but I guess that can be our little secret.  

Comments

  1. AndreaFebruary 6, 2011 at 12:49 PM

    So very true...we do what we have do do to survive! Anything over that is icing on the cake, Right?

    I am sure the time you spent on the treadmill this week (with the kids in childcare) still provided the ME time to help you get through the week, so good for you!

    Have a great week! Take care, Andrea

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  2. penguinsandladybugsFebruary 6, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    :) Exercise is a way we take care of ourselves. Some even feel like it is nurturing...I don't....but maybe one day I will!!

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  3. UnknownFebruary 7, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    Very true. Survival is the goal, the rest is a bonus.
    This is something i need to work on. You don't even want to know how big my rear is!
    Thanks for linking up!

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