Week 3 progress

So I missed my Monday update. Having 5 kids and working full-time, some times, things come up. Being a mom took precedence over my blogging yesterday. But I’m back today!! Here’s my week 3 update of getting back to being fit.

As always, my work outs were tough to squeeze in and took some juggling and support from my husband. I was once again only able to do 4 of the 5 work outs.  I will say that I’m already noticing changes even after 3 weeks and it feels great. I’ve been eating pretty healthy during the week and I’ll cheat occasionally on the weekend. (more…)

To the strongest person I know

That warm summer night when I was younger. I remember watching some late night show…maybe M*A*S*H. We had that couch that pulled out to a bed and you let us sleep in the living room that night. The windows were open, the summer breeze blowing the curtains. You were laying next to us. You turned to look ay my sister and I with tears in your eyes asking us to stop getting so big. I look at my 5 children and think the same thing now.  (more…)

Ahhh, today is Monday. Week 2 progress

It is that time again my dear friends! It’s Monday and it’s time to tell you how I did. Where do I start?? Well, I made it to 4 work outs again this week. I’m a little bummed as I should have done 5. However, it was a rough week. Not that it’s an excuse by any means. I know I need to and can do better.

This week was my husbands quarterly meetings so he did not get home until after the kids were in bed this week. Trying to get my work outs in with a 1-year-old and a 2-year-old is nearly impossible. (more…)

Moments like this

My two oldest are 14 and 8. They have a love hate relationship. There are days they get a long and it’s so precious to watch. They sing together while my oldest plays the ukulele.  They get goofy and they can’t stop laughing. I love watching those two when they get like that. But most days, they are at each others throats. It’s the age gap.

Moments like this

This week though, we all had a pivotal moment that I will never forget.  My husband had late meetings all this week so it was just the 6 of us. I picked up the 4 kids.  Apparently, my 8-year-old at some point during the day ripped a big ol hole in her pants. She had no idea when it happened. As long as she didn’t bend over, you couldn’t see it so hopefully no harm done. After picking up the 4, I then went straight to the high school to get my oldest from volleyball practice. She got in the car and I could tell she was having a rough day. We talked through what was going on. My 8-year-old was in the back seat listening. Normally, she would say things to try to be funny and it would annoy my oldest. Not today. Today, she was saying to her sister that she is the prettiest girl she knew and one of the coolest. I was so impressed. My oldest actually said thank you to her sister (WHAT??). When we pulled in to the driveway, my oldest was still not feeling all that great and I think her sister could tell. I put the car in park and my 8-year-old unbuckled and jumped out of her seat. She looked at her sister and said “Well, at least you didn’t have a day like this” and she bent over and you could see the largest hole in her pants. We all busted out laughing! Tears and everything.

Not only am I impressed with my 8-year-old working so hard to make her older sister feel better but the empathy she has amazes me. I think that day, it created a stronger bond between the two of them.


What I pretend to hear vs. my reality

“Girls, time to clean your room”

What I pretend to hear: “Sure mom, no problem. Actually, we already started cleaning. We are almost done.”

Reality: Kennedy “Why do I have to clean, I didn’t make the mess! Makinley did it. Ugh, I always have to clean” Me “Makinley, go clean up the room. Now.” Makinley gets off the bench, falls down, start’s crying. “I hurt my foot, I can’t clean.” In between sobs.

“Adelynn, time for bed”

What I pretend to hear: “Okay mommy, I’m tired.” She gives me a big hug and kiss. I lay her down in her crib and not a peep. (more…)

Today is the day

It has been about 3 months since my last workout. Today is the day I get off of my lazy butt and suck up those 25 minutes and I did. I spent the drive home from work going through my routine in my head of picking out clothes, doing dinner, homework, and at some point trying to finish up my DIY Halloween decoration. Dreading trying to squeeze in that other 25 minutes into my hectic schedule. But I remembered how great it felt to work out and I reminded myself that it’s only 25 minutes.  (more…)