That Widow

Day 70 and we got football done with a baby on my hip.

You know I’m just over here trying to make all of the things work. I had rsvp’d to a wedding over a month ago and asked my mom to sit with 4 of the boys, I would take the other 2, she happily agreed. Fast forward to today and she wanted to know when I would be back, from a 3pm wedding that’s at least 45 minutes away, because she wants to go to a dinner at a steakhouse with her boyfriend’s family. Huh. I’m not surprised for starters because that’s her but just like really? So I said no big deal you go to the steakhouse and don’t worry about me and the boys. She’s like ok. So I’m taking them all with me and we’ll sit in the back and leave after the service. I just can’t. I don’t have the energy to argue with her poor choices. I also know that I’ll say something that will make her act like she’s a victim because she does that, a lot, and it’s just not worth it.

I got my workouts in and then took 2 and 3 to their football practice. The coaches weren’t able to be there so another dad stepped up and I helped with my 2 but had number 6 on my hip while the other 3 happily played their tablets in the van. One of the other moms just stared at me and I’m just like, this is how we get things done in my house. It is what it is. I will say that I’m so glad I’ve been working out and working on myself because it makes it easier to help with the kids or to be active in their practices and things. Before I would have been out of breath or my body wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of running around due to my genetic disorder and all but here lately I’m crushing it. My joints still hurt but I am getting stronger, lighter, and trusting my abilities more.

Day 70 and I’m a work in progress.