Me, Me, Me

Thank you to everyone that has given me feedback on the blog and my plan! It helps me stay motivated. I think this time will actually be the time if I can keep going!
Today was a great day. No, still have all the same stresses and the same struggles; but what made it a great day was that I stayed awake the entire day! Yeah me! If I could only judge all my success by the ability to stay awake. I think the key is to stay moving.
I watched a comedian the other night, Louis C.K., and he actually got me thinking. If you know me, you know that I am more likely to be motivated by the Comedy Channel versus CNN or Oprah. He was talking about the difference between girls and women. There was one line that really hit home. I don't think he was trying to be profound, he dropped the F bomb too many times for that to be his intention. But he said "You are not a Woman until small people come out of your Vagina and step on your dreams". I laughed so hard I woke my husband snoring loudly next to me. I love my children more than anything in the world, but let's get honest, they made me fat. I am sure many of you can relate, but the second I became a Mom is the second I stopped caring for myself. I stopped taking care of my body, my mind and my spirit. I am fairly intelligent although my husband may argue that point, so I know that in theory to take care of my children I need to take care of myself. I used to laugh at that advice. I viewed it as an excuse for the women that get massages and facials and hang out at their clubs. Saying this helped them feel less guilty.
Now I realize that this should be a fundamental rule we live by. Me first, then I can care for you with all my potential. There should be a law that all moms do something for their mind, body or spirit for a minimum of one hour a day. We spend the other 16 hours doing things for our bosses, schools, clients, spouses, parents, and kids. Why not an hour? I challenge you to do something for an hour that is not about anyone else. This is what the Hot Yoga is forcing me to do. I have no choice but to think of myself for 90 minutes. There are no smartphones, no computers and as I have mentioned before you can't exit unless the room is on fire. You are trapped and forced to focus on you. I realize that this is one of the things that makes the class so very difficult.
Today was my 6th class. I took the 9:30 class. If I break down the day and what I was doing, it seems very reasonable to devote that 90 minutes to me.

Here is how it looked, just for fun graph your day. 14 hours since I woke up. Where does the time go you ask? It is fascinating.

3 hours - kids - waking kids, dressing them, feeding them, yelling at them, driving them, taking crutches to the junior high because 12 year old insists she can not walk on broken pinkie toe
2 hours - me - yoga, shower, potty breaks
3 hours - school - sorting, packing, delivering spirit gear, stopping in class to sign the communications slip that says my 8 year old called the lunch monitor "nasty", baking Maple Cookies for Heritage Feast tomorrow (Canada, although someone suggested the most accurate thing would be to bring beer)
1 hour - other - go Red committee work
1 hour - other - driving
1 hour - working on editing and organizing photos from photo shoot
3 hours - family - huge stock up Costco run, loading and unloading Costco run (this should have earned me activity points on weightwatchers), putting groceries away, breaking down recycling, cleaning house, cleaning van, taking down Christmas lights (although that was accidental, tripped on extension cord when putting garbage cans away which caused a domino effect of strings of lights coming off the roofline, figured I would just get the ladder and keep going, only broke two bulbs) Making dinner, forcing children to eat dinner, working on potty training the puppy.
And on top of all this I need to find a new job?

It is now after 9:00 and I still have more batches of the cookies to make and my husband just asked me what the deal was with the clothes on the bed. "Uh, they are clean and need to be put away". Maybe I can find 15 more minutes today for me. Wait I just used those 15 minutes writing this blog.