Friday, October 25, 2013
This has really been one crazy week for me.
Our household is a well-oiled machine that runs on two people's efforts. Oh, okay, I know, I know. It's not so well-oiled that it doesn't squeak a little. And every once in a while something goes "THUNK!" and gives us a slight pause, but then things carry on as normal so we cross our fingers and just keep going. Standard operating procedure.
So this mostly well-oiled machine that is our household is designed to be run by two people who each know their separate roles (and each have access to a teenage lackey with typical teenage short-term memory problems -- also known as "in one ear and out the other" syndrome -- but if you only ask for one thing at a time, and you follow up quickly, some help is available from that source). The division of labour is on the whole fair, but most of the getting up early and driving around falls on my better half (DH) while I take care of the laundry, grocery shopping, tidying and cleaning. We share cooking duties as required, but often fend for ourselves where meals are concerned.
So what happens to this well-oiled machine when one party has to be away for almost a week? Every duty falls on the party that remains at home.
That was me this week.
So I was the one getting up early to start the day, feed the cat, make the tea, keep an eye on the time and make sure the teenager was on schedule, drive the teenager across town through rush hour traffic on the highway, figure out the scheduled pickup time, go to the gym, get the groceries, come home, put in a load of laundry, make sure the teenager got to his music lesson across town in a different direction on a dark, rainy night, get myself to various appointments (trainer, dentist, Tai Chi lesson)...
All without being able to rely on a second person to smooth the way by taking care of some of the driving duties. And making sure the dishes were done. And making sure the garbage went out. And all those other things I don't normally have to think too much about.
So now it's Friday and DH is home and I am exhausted.
But everything got done. And I made it to Step class on Tuesday morning and Thursday night. I made my training appointment on Wednesday morning. I even got to the dentist Thursday morning. The Boy had his music lesson on Monday night, and I dropped him off and picked him up at school on time every morning and afternoon, keeping track of his crazy schedule of extracurricular activities that means no day's pick up time is ever the same.
I know by some people's standards that is just a day at the races, but for me that is an extremely busy week and every bone and muscle in my body is protesting right now.
I don't normally feel the activities I participate in during the week. Not like this anyway. But I have recently stepped up my weight training again. I had thought I would be continuing with bodyweight and balance exercises, but now my new trainer is putting me on the machines as well. And I did some machines on my own earlier in the week. (I had meant to do a quick-and-dirty three-machine workout, but there were a few too many people around for that strategy to work. I ended up saying to myself, "Oh, I'll just do a few reps on that other machine while I wait for them to finish." And I ended up saying that several times, actually. The result? Sore muscles at the end of the week!)
Well, I am just glad my tough week is over.
And, in the absence of other major victories to celebrate, I think I will congratulate myself for my success. I am sore, but not a gibbering wreck.
In my book, that spells triumph no matter how you look at it.