The realities of mom life aren’t nearly as glamorous as Gloria from Modern Family would have you believe. In fact, they can be quite the opposite of glamorous unless you include cleaning up vomit in your definition of glamorous. I know I don’t! In the 18.5 years of motherhood, I’ve learned the key to motherhood is the learning to be agile in your planning and expectations.
While I would love to have nice things and perfectly clean house, I’ve found with three boys in the house it is darn near impossible. When the boys were younger, we removed all of the toys and furniture from our upstairs loft. At the time, and still to this day, my boys use the space as their mini hockey rink. Yeah, it’s crazy. Yeah, there’s damage to the walls and floor. I mean, who doesn’t love when the kids take permanent markers to their new wood floors? But you know what, my boys have had a blast spending their days/nights playing mini-hockey. Moreover, it is much better than video games. As a mother, you quickly learn which battles to fight and which ones to let go.
I always have high ambitions for my weekends. I’m going to go to the gym, run all my errands, hang our with friends, organize my closet, etc. The reality is again I have to be agile in my expectations and planning. My plan may be a bit grandiose given my hockey mom schedule. While the reality of what I’m able to accomplish, in my own mind, is quite paltry compared to my ambitions. I guess when my kids reach 18, I’ll have time for all of those grandiose plans.
Moreover, this weekend in Chicago I had hoped to see downtown and eat relatively well. I can’t say that ate completely poorly, but Giordano’s -while amazing- is not anti-fat ass compliant. Fortunately, we only ate there two out of the four days. As for the sight seeing, our hockey schedule simply didn’t allow for it. I had planned to do this Monday before heading to the airport, but this plan was derailed by both boys’ teams making the semi-finals. It wouldn’t have been nice to see downtown, but truth be told I’d rather be watching my boys at the hockey rink.
While we were in Chi-town, the hubby installed the yoga silk. Initially, I had envisioned that I’d be the only one using it while the rest of my family made fun of me for it. Oh how I was wrong. Surprisingly, my younger two boys (in particular) love doing inversions in the silk, swinging on the silk and laying back in the silk relaxing. I’m not mad that they love it, but I’m definitely going to need to buy another silk for the house. I had hoped that the boys would use it post-hockey practice to help decompress their backs while opening their chest and shoulders. Thankfully, they’re doing this, but I think they want to live in it.
Meanwhile it was back to work for me with a sinus headaches courtesy of the cold weather and flights. Fortunately, I only came back to 1,000 emails. That made for a fun morning. Truly, it was nice to be back at work and back into our regular routines. My body was clearly still on CST as I woke up way later than I had hoped.
We’re back to a daily song and tonight’s song performed by The Cranberries is “Dream.” I was devastated to read that we had lost yet another amazing musician, Dolores O’Riordan, from my formative years. One of the first albums I bought was The Cranberries album Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?. It was also an album that both my dad and I were really into. For me, it was one of the first times my dad’s and my musical tastes aligned on music. Of course, now it is a much different story with a lot of my musical preferences heavily influenced by my dad.