With the summer beginning to wind down, thoughts of the daily grind have began to overtake my mind. Next week, Hubby will be back to work and I will be left to bear the brunt of the childcare--or at least that is how I perceive it. You see, Hubby works about an hour away so he has to leave home early and he returns home later than I would prefer. With the kids now attending daycare, I will have to drop them off in the mornings and I will have to pick them up most afternoons. For those of you who are thinking to yourselves, "that's not so bad", I will remind you that I have three kids and the oldest is 3! So yes, depending on what kinda mood they are all in, it can definitely be that bad.
Hubby has suggested that he gets they kids ready in the morning. That way all I will have to do is get them in the car and drop them off. He would get the kids up by 5:30 a.m. and I would drop them off by 6:30 a.m. That would give me time to go back home, workout, get dressed and head out to work with plenty of time to spare. Theoretically, this is a great plan.
Me being the often guilty-ridden, over thinker that I can be doesn't like the idea of the kids having to go to daycare so early--especially when they wouldn't be picked up until 4:30 in the afternoon. I mean what kind of mother leaves her kids stranded at a cold dark facility for ten hours?!
Okay, so maybe I am overreacting and exaggerating. Yes, it would be ten hours. But the "cold, dark facility" is actually bright, warm and loving. The kids' day is full of activity, learning and fun. They have all made friends and they all love their teachers. They get two healthy, home-cooked meals and an afternoon snack. They even have a quiet, cozy nap time. The alternative would be me having the kids in the morning while I am trying to exercise and get dressed for work. They would be hungry and unoccupied. I would be overwhelmed and frazzled. So why can't I just go along with the plan that Hubby suggested?
The answer to that question reveals yet another weight that I continually take on. This weight is a sneaky one because it is disguised as a seemingly positive trait--being independent. I pride myself on being able to handle it all. I am the quintessential modern woman. I work full-time, take care of my family, and still have time and energy to save the world! I am cool, calm and collected and I always have a plan. I don't like to depend on others and I live by the old adage, "if you want something done, it is best to do it yourself!"
While this is a good thing in a lot of cases. I'm realizing that it sure makes for a hard life. I mean who really wants to be superwoman all the time? And just because you can do it all does it mean that you always have to? I am realizing that I am often too tired to pursue my weight loss goal because I refuse the help of my loving and very capable husband. I can't even count how many times he offers assistance and I turn it down to follow my own plan. In my mind, not doing it all feels like I am loosing my independence. As you can imagine this is a difficult pill to swallow when you have been told all your life to "not be dependin' on no man!" But would I really be loosing my independence? Perhaps, Hubby and I would just be becoming more interdependent. After all, isn't that what marriage is all about?
So I am making the decision to drop the weight of over-independence. I know that I can do it all but I certainly don't have to. I have been blessed with a phenomenal husband, a great family and a host of friends who are always there to support me. Most of all, I have a God who is all sufficient and who will be with me "on my weigh".
Hubby has suggested that he gets they kids ready in the morning. That way all I will have to do is get them in the car and drop them off. He would get the kids up by 5:30 a.m. and I would drop them off by 6:30 a.m. That would give me time to go back home, workout, get dressed and head out to work with plenty of time to spare. Theoretically, this is a great plan.
Me being the often guilty-ridden, over thinker that I can be doesn't like the idea of the kids having to go to daycare so early--especially when they wouldn't be picked up until 4:30 in the afternoon. I mean what kind of mother leaves her kids stranded at a cold dark facility for ten hours?!
Okay, so maybe I am overreacting and exaggerating. Yes, it would be ten hours. But the "cold, dark facility" is actually bright, warm and loving. The kids' day is full of activity, learning and fun. They have all made friends and they all love their teachers. They get two healthy, home-cooked meals and an afternoon snack. They even have a quiet, cozy nap time. The alternative would be me having the kids in the morning while I am trying to exercise and get dressed for work. They would be hungry and unoccupied. I would be overwhelmed and frazzled. So why can't I just go along with the plan that Hubby suggested?
The answer to that question reveals yet another weight that I continually take on. This weight is a sneaky one because it is disguised as a seemingly positive trait--being independent. I pride myself on being able to handle it all. I am the quintessential modern woman. I work full-time, take care of my family, and still have time and energy to save the world! I am cool, calm and collected and I always have a plan. I don't like to depend on others and I live by the old adage, "if you want something done, it is best to do it yourself!"
While this is a good thing in a lot of cases. I'm realizing that it sure makes for a hard life. I mean who really wants to be superwoman all the time? And just because you can do it all does it mean that you always have to? I am realizing that I am often too tired to pursue my weight loss goal because I refuse the help of my loving and very capable husband. I can't even count how many times he offers assistance and I turn it down to follow my own plan. In my mind, not doing it all feels like I am loosing my independence. As you can imagine this is a difficult pill to swallow when you have been told all your life to "not be dependin' on no man!" But would I really be loosing my independence? Perhaps, Hubby and I would just be becoming more interdependent. After all, isn't that what marriage is all about?
So I am making the decision to drop the weight of over-independence. I know that I can do it all but I certainly don't have to. I have been blessed with a phenomenal husband, a great family and a host of friends who are always there to support me. Most of all, I have a God who is all sufficient and who will be with me "on my weigh".
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