#day5 of #30days of #radicalaccountability complete
I kind of completely love the TimeHop app, and in November I kind of completely love it for two reasons:
- Reading all of my remarks about NaNoWriMo from 5 years ago is hilarious, hence the title of this blog post.
- Watching my ever-growing pregnant belly swell to epic proportions in the countdown to my little guys’ birth-day 3 years ago is astonishing, fascinating, and heartwarming.
I still cannot get my head around the fact that these two hilarious, amazing, infuriating, exhilarating little people grew in and then emerged from my body. So expect me to get sappier as the month goes on. And speaking of which, tonight I got really emotional at DivaFit when I shared my journey of fertility challenges and pregnancy loss with a group of ladies who were brave enough to try my class. It was is really bizarre to think that 4 years ago at about this time, I had just found out I was pregnant for the second time, and it would be a month of bliss before everything fell apart again with a second miscarriage. It’s funny (funny hmm, not funny haha) how these little anniversaries sneak up on us. I know the dates, but I don’t always think of them as they’re approaching — only after I fall apart a little and realize, “Oh. It’s now,” and wonder if maybe that’s why I fell apart and didn’t realize it.
Today was much better than yesterday. I woke up after only one snooze (I swear I sleepwalk across the room to my clock and get in bed without even realizing it) and managed to get breakfast in my belly before the kids got up — though I missed personal development yet again. I need to figure out a reliable time of day I can dedicate to it, because first thing in the morning really does not seem to be working for us. Tomorrow I’ll shoot for after the kids go to bed.
I got in two shakes, all my tabs, and plenty of tea, but water still needs work so that’s my focus for tomorrow. I also ate a slice of incredible homemade pumpkin pie, not pictured on instagram because at this point I’ve missed so many pics in the last 2 days that latergramming all of them seems a little silly so I’m going to do a collage and just call it, and I am not sorry. It was amazing. If you’re going to indulge in something, I strongly suggest it be homemade pumpkin pie. Fiber. It’s all about the fiber. It’s a much better choice than Halloween candy…
…which somehow made it from my mother-in-law’s house to my kitchen counter, and then from there to my desk. I’m not sure what to do with it. It seems wasteful to throw it away. I’m not giving it to the kids (and not because I’m a bad sharer, though I definitely am), and I don’t particularly need it — especially since I’d have to tell you all about it if I ate some. So someone just come break in and take only the candy so I don’t have to deal with this, okay?
This morning with the kids was uneventful. I attempted to cuddle with them for 15 minutes as I planned, but they refused. “No cuddles, Mommy. I watching Daniel Tiger.” Okay then! But they ate their breakfast and were off to their second of two days of daycare this week with nary a scream, shout, or holler. And I managed to get the kitchen in order while they were busy eating yogurt and refusing to hug me because, hey, the only time a toddler doesn’t want to hang all over you is when you have carved out dedicated snuggle time and that’s just how they roll.
I still feel a little bad-day hangover, but I’m thinking it’s mostly because I didn’t get in that brain-resetting personal development I planned. So I’m going to do a few minutes before bed and then incorporate some on the way to and from meeting my running group tomorrow morning. (Which reminds, me, y’all, see you at 7 a.m.!)
For now, off to bed.
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