Summer was fantastic, especially August in which our commitments were zero and our travelling was often. Even on my work days, there was the feeling of relaxation. After picking up the kids, I would meander across the street to my parents’ house and hang out. There was no rush to get home, no practices to run off to, no lunches to pack, no homework to do or check. We had nothing to do but go home and eat dinner. My morning nanny does not come in the summer, so if the dishes sat in the sink, they simply sat, without embarrassing me. The laundry sat, as well, in baskets, sometimes folded, sometimes not. I was out of town so often on the weekend, I pretty much gave up on real clean and just went for a half-assed version of the illusion of clean. Evenings were spent riding bikes, playing at parks, watching television, playing Minecraft.
And then September came and I was dreading it for the entire last week of August, like a super-extended Sunday night blues. I had been so happy and free and I did not see how I could continue to be so happy with the added structure that September brought. I was starting marathon training the same week that school was starting and fall soccer was kicking into high gear, and Mark was returning to his normal 56-hour/week work schedule after a two-month break in which he “only” worked 40 hours per week. And all I felt was dread and fear.
And here we are three weeks in, and it has all come back to me. It is just like riding a bike. I cannot hang out at my parents’ after work because I have to leave immediately to get to school on time to pick up the big boys. But we can still hang out on Friday evenings. The weeknights are more structured, they have to be, but they are not NOT fun. Last night, I almost busted out into a happy dance when I realized that both boys ordered hot lunch for today. Now that is what I call a good night! I cannot sit down until after the kids go to bed most nights, but at least I am actually semi-caught up on house stuff and that does bring me a smidgen of happiness. And when my alarm goes for my morning run, I cannot even entertain the thought of going back to bed, I just get up and get running before my mind is fully awake and I realize how terrible running actually is. But I am three weeks closer to being done with marathon training. I just have to keep my eye on the prize and remember that come January 11, I am never running more than 13 miles at a time again!
Tranquil Mom has been replaced by Structured Mom, but only until next summer, which is only 260 days away!