Pretty beautiful hey? It was Y’s choice and its just so like him to choose something so unexpected. He adores it and that is what matters. I am also really happy with how it turned out.
Another busy week winding up. The days just fly by. I know I always say the same but here is how our week currently looks.
0730 wake up, get ready
0845 leave for school
0900 kids to school/ I go to work
1400 collect kids
1420 lunch at home
If B is working they stay in til 4pm and have lunch at school. If he isn’t then we all meet at home for lunch and I go back til 5pm. Sometimes I take lunch and don’t come home.
1500-1700 homework and downtime (some tv but mainly drawing/similar)
1730 activities.. these are
Monday – O football/ Y climbing
Tuesday- Y football/ N plays at football pitch with friends
Wednesday- as above but flipped, O football/ Y plays
Thursday- as Tuesday
Friday – swimming – them classes, me laps.
Then as soon as we get home between 1845/1915 it’s food, showers, stories, bed.
In between the above B and I try to shoehorn in our own exercise. I take an extremely circuitous route to work to lengthen the less-than-10-min-stroll to a 40min walk through the countryside at least 3 times a week, and I do my 30min BBG circuit on tuesday and thursdays while Y has football because O is old enough to play there unsupervised. On these days I get home from work, change my clothes, set up the stuff I need for the circuits, rush them to the football pitch, rush home, jump about like a loon for 30mins, stretch, shower, change and rush back to get them.
B is extremely active, he trains for long trail runs so he has two x 2 hour training sessions twice a week in the evenings plus one long bike ride and two runs (1 x 1hr and 1 x 2-3hr). All up it leaves sadly little sofa time which is a real sore point for this repressed couch potato.
It’s taken me many many years to allow myself this time for my own exercise. It’s a REAL issue for many mothers, and I still do not know why we find it so hard to give ourselves time and freedom to do what we want to do for ourselves. B has always been adamant about needing his own time. When O was born he played in a band and would rehearse 3 or 4 times a week. I am not going to lie, I used to resent it a lot. I never stopped him and I tried to be supportive and not to complain but I definitely felt it. But, and thus is important. It was only because I was envious I was well aware of that even as it was happening; I have always felt that he had the right idea. That we are absolutely entitled to our own time and space. I just put a million barriers in my own path to make it harder, even impossible, for me to do the same and I know I am not alone. If I had a baby all over again I would probably be the same. There is something about those mutually dependant years when they are so small that you can justify the time you need for essential separation like work. But time for yourself is like an indulgent luxury and gets relegated to back of the line. But we all know how important it is! What is our deal? Why do we make it so hard on ourselves? The people that steadfastly insist on looking after their little corner of space and time for themselves have the right idea and everyone else knows it. Well, we all get there eventually, I guess and so I am finally doing it. And it’s great!
I wish I could say the results of all the exercise are stunning but at 39 the sad truth is that I can’t acheive the same results in 12 weeks that a 21 year old can. For all that 40 is the new 20 or 30 or whatever, some things we just can’t fight. This week I finally had confirmation that I am post menopausal. The very first dose of Xeloda in July 2015 stopped my periods in their tracks and I have never had one again. Of course for the longest time this was seen as ‘normal’, a standard side effect, “it will come back”.. but an endocrinologist finally did some blood tests and confirmed what the hot flushes told me long ago. Apparently this isn’t a common side effect of the treatment I had, so I am just one of the lucky ones! Ha. Let me stress.. I knew this, I in no way expected them to say anything different, but actually hearing it did hit me. Not right there, but as I walked back to the car, her words about not needing to bother with birth control anymore, not even ‘in case’, ringing in my ears, I felt tears pushing up behind my eyes, stinging as I tried to hold them in. It’s so silly. I have my two boys and although I always kind of hoped for a third, B was so adamantly against I knew without a doubt that it would never happen. And I don’t miss periods AT ALL. I can’t explain why, then, it made me feel so sad. Maybe its because this actually makes me feel more ‘different’ from my peers than the cancer did. But it’s fine. I’m fine. Not having periods is a definite bonus and the hot flushes aren’t that big a deal. It’s a small price to pay, when all’s said and done.