While on Sabbatical

Is it possible to take a Sabbatical from blogging?  I am not sure, but this is what came to mind when I thought about the recent events of our lives.  We have had more going on than I ever imagined, but I have had a lifetime of learning in the past month.

A little recap to help you know where I am coming from:  We started the Summer with preparing for our first BIG vacation with child and preparing our house to go on market.  The vacation required prepping for colder weather since we were going North on an active vacation and preparing amusement for a toddler lap child on a 4 legged (2 each way) airplane adventure.  The house required thinning down of possessions by  moving said accumulation of life "necessities" into a storage unit.  Then, we enjoyed said vacation and it went amazingly well. Upon our return, the house required further spiffying up and cleaning and staging for a photo shoot.  Then, we had final preparations to be constantly ready for a debut should an interested party call.  10 days later we had our first offer...wow!  And the offer came with the request to move in less than one month later.  Since a bird in the hand is fabulous when considering the idea of numerous tours of strangers through our home, we accepted the offer.  Our year long search for our perfect home then began in earnest.  At one point I saw 11 houses in 2 days while toting along a toddler who just wanted to be at home with his toys.  And when I looked in his eyes, I could not help but dwell on the thought that my decision would make my cute toddler homeless.  (at this same time, when I said look in my eyes, he would smash his forehead and nose into mine and giggle uncontrollably...that helped)  Along came a very interesting house and after seeing it on the first day of its debut, we put in an offer.  One week after we accepted our offer.  Whirlwind, some may say.  Meant to be others might say.  In perpetual shock right now, I might say.  Relief, our families said.  Yep, said my non-worrying husband, D.  Mr. B simply says he needs a brown room...not sure why the color choice, although briefly he toyed with the idea of a gray room.  Funny boy.

You can suspect that I am learning all the usual things such as patience, how to pack a family of 3 in to as few boxes as possible, and how to make sure not to accidentally pack the dog.  I have learned additional things, and of course I will now present a list (I think the simple organization of a list is a thing of beauty for all to behold).

1. Microfiber cloths will clean any surface with only water and elbow grease as needed, including glass and removing the layer of gunk life gets on sinks. 
2. A duvet cover literally covers any ugliness.  
3. Old tool chests used as end tables and old ice (literally ice) chests used as a hutch in the dining room will both hide toys.
4. Long and low dressers will mimic a beautiful wooden side bar in a dining room.  Just don't leave the top drawer of underwear open.
5. Red food dye and water will mimic red wine to make a picturesque scene on your porch.
6. Water, water, water to get plants to bloom and stay blooming, especially if your garden is best described as pocket-sized like mine
7. Inexpensive annuals at your garden store will hide sun baked bare spots in your flower beds
8. Your child will choose the chaotic week with 5 house showings to begin his Olympic training for the climbing out of your crib sport.
9. Said child will climb out repeatedly for over 2 hours many days in a row.
10. Homemade frozen yogurt treats in silicone tubes are a nutritious treat for the family on the go.
11. These treats will however be spilled in the car seat leaving a sun baked smell that I will not describe here and instead will utilize the strength of Denial to forget.
12. Coffee can mask any tiredness and allow you to face the next day with at least one eye open

The Compromise:  There was a sad, dark night...I'm not just setting the stage here since a storm was looming...when I, The Compromising Mother, went through a drive through to feed my toddler while out really late hoping to find a roof for his head

The Sweet Reward: A new house big enough for a family of 3 to replace our one bedroom abode and a toddler who continues his training to become a gold medalist gymnast (It has been over an hour of climbing out of his crib and Mr. B is still not asleep).  There you have it. The typical mothering dilemma.  How is it I figured out how to sell and buy a home in this economy, yet can't figure out how to get my toddler to sleep without a drive in the car?

 

Exercise Gear Made Easy

My brain is mostly focused on running right now, call it my game face since my first race is this Saturday.  Read about My Running Partner, it is a mother-daughter/bucket list thing for me.  Thus, the goal is a 4 mile race, no walking, and finishing (hopefully with a smile even if we look disheveled). This morning is my last long run day of training prior to the race...wow sounds a little foreboding, but my kiddo wants to color right now even though I used all the right words, such as go for a walk, park, playground, outside, but to no avail.  So I am waiting, but still thinking about running.  I thought, I would put my morning obsession to work and tell you a little about  my preferred gear.

One thing I love about running is that I can do it with minimal special gear.  I already own exercise clothing, so shoes is mostly what I need.  Recently I purchased a new pair of running shoes and I adore them, so I wanted to tell the world, aka my readers, about them.  I went with open mind to the store and was thrilled when New Balance was the type that seemed to fit best.  Thrilled you ask?  Well, it is the only tennis/exercise shoe made in the U.S.  I figure less shipping means a more green product and at this point in time I do like to support locally produced goods for the sake of the economy.  I learned about this company when I heard a story on the radio about a family who spent a year with the goal of purchasing only American made goods.  Apparently, they even enjoyed a trip to the factory.

My new New Balance running shoes are not the typical though.  They are light weight, like air really.  Comfy too.  It is not easy to leave them behind when doing other activities, given this comfort and cute design.

Running shoes to this frugally minded Compromising Mother seem expensive, but these are not as high as some and worth every penny (no I am not paid by the company, I promise).  Here is how I figure it. They cost less than one month at most gyms and I get at least a Summer of running out of them and then they can become my casual Mom-About-Town shoes.  Good deal.

Confession time. My stroller was expensive...i.e. full price when I got it 2 years ago was 500.  I did get a 10% discount as it was an unfulfilled item on my baby registry (a little cheat here as I added it to the discount only by adding it after all my showers). I run or walk several times a week and have for most of the 2 years I have owned it. I also use it 1-3 times during the week for other fun kid events.  So I estimate my cost is less than one dollar per time I have used it.  That's just so far.  I hope to use it for several more years with an anticipated cost of less than 40 cents per use.  If I had to pay that each time I wanted to go for a run or a fun event, I would.  So short term sticker shock was worth long term savings and health for the whole family.

The Compromise:  a convertible stroller that is more expensive than  would prefer.

The Sweet Reward:  Physical health and fun for the whole family while using our local park to its full advantage and not needing the car....:)...I even pick up small loads of groceries with our stroller. (knowing I have only the basket under the stroller to fill with groceries saves money too)

My Running Partner...

The truth is I have two running partners and a coach (apparently I need lots of help with motivation and accountability). One is invivo and one is long distance.  Let me explain, but I have to backtrack a bit. 

I will start with a confession.  I do NOT like to publicly voice goals until I achieve them, just in case.  This has become an even greater difficulty with complicated daily schedules of toggling a few part-time jobs and a toddler (who is definitely not part-time).  I walked all the time when I was pregnant as this is a preferred activity for me and to keep glucose levels low since I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes at the start of third trimester (this reminds me of a goal to write my birthing story in this blog, so now that I have publicly announced that one please keep me accountable).  Then at 8 months some surprising news came with the plan of bedrest (luckily only partial bedrest at times) to help me reach full term. So after Mr. B was born, I was very eager to get active again.  So, I broke the rules of my trusted doctor and started walking when he was 2 weeks old (I was supposed to wait until he was 6 weeks old...yep, I am a bad patient).  Despite my initial excitement to be outdoors again with a my new Phil and Teds stroller, I only made it around the block (one of those character building moments in life, right?)  Gradually I worked up to walking 1.67 miles at my local park.  After some time, my eagerness and tight schedule led me to try running in short bursts.  You see, running has always been an enjoyable activity for me.  No matter how difficult life is, my brain quiets and turns off when I run, which is significant as my brain never stops thinking, planning, and at times worrying.  Well, then I kept going and started to run longer distances while still pushing Mr. B in the stroller with the dog's leash around my wrist. 

One more important fact about me is that I have never ran in a race since I stopped running track in junior high although I have enjoyed running since then.

Well at about the same time, my mom started running (also not telling anyone for the same reason, like mother like daughter I guess).  Approximately in the fall she decided that completing a road race was her next goal and asked me to be her running partner.  Well, my training partner is Mr. B and his stroller and since Mr. B and my mom are bucket list partners, the decision was an easy one.  The race was added to the bucket list and we all started training in earnest.  My mom lives about 3 hours away, so we encourage each other via phone and computer, and this encouragement has been the most important part of being running partners.  Mr. B now has almost 2 years experience as my running/walking partner in the stroller, so his encouragement is vital, too.  Not to mention that the dog reminds me if we need a walk too.  I like to call Mr. B my personal trainer (he used to sit on my belly while I did crunches) and my running partner. I call Tony (wonder dog) my coach as he will NOT let me miss a run.

Parenthood is full of challenges and unknowns, but I am glad that this particular unknown (can I run again after having a baby) has turned out well.  I have only ever ran and walked while pushing my son in his stroller and together they are just under half my body weight (I think...please don't do the research for yourself).  Thus, on Mother's Day I gave myself a present of running all by myself.  Turns out my unusual training method and partners were fabulous as I was able to run nonstop about 2.5 to 3 times my previous distances.  I felt so good that when I stopped I felt like I crossed a finish line. 

Part 2: this weekend and the day before Father's Day (perfect given what I did on Mother's Day) is my first race and my mom's second.  A 4 mile early morning road race.  I am excited and nervous and a little relieved given I am openly admitting my goal.

The Compromise:  Finding time several times a week to run with a busy schedule.  Running with the extra effort of pushing a stroller.  Having to push even more when my 9.5 pound epileptic dog needs a break and has to ride in the stroller with Mr. B.  Forgetting to do the recovery run after my triumph on Mother's Day which lead to a very sore body.  Running in all weather including thunderstorm one day...oops! Convincing Mr. B that he could wait one more lap to enjoy the playground when I needed to increase my running distance.

The Sweet Reward:  Getting to watch my mom cross her first finish line at her first road race and preparing to cross the second one with her and Mr. B this weekend.  I am so proud to be a part of their bucket list.  Oh and one confession, I was so proud of my mom for crossing the first finish line, I cried tears of joy.