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Balls in the air

“Keep ’em in the air”

..that’s been the mental phrase I keep telling myself.

It’s like the little engine that could.  “I think I can, I think I can.”

There always seems to be so many balls in the air.  Just when I think I’ve got them all in order and not dropping, one drops.

Matt and I had a brief 18 hour respite for our anniversary earlier this week.  In my earlier days, I would have thought it wouldn’t be worth a trip for less than 24 hours away.  Now I’m thrilled for just a few hours and 18 hours which includes actually having the ability to sleep in (my inner clock is so conditioned to get up at 4:45 each morning that it cannot sleep in but I love that I have a choice).  No kids, a few really long walks on the beach (and yes, my feet and calves were in greater distress than post first marathon race!), a few glasses of beer and a fun Farmer’s market experience (The boys, for those in the area…Wow, that’s all I’ve got to say…those seniors can mow you down!) equalled a great getaway.

I just can’t seem to figure out how to transition back to normal life after time away.  If you have any great ideas for that, I’m all ears.

So this week it’s working towards a more vegan lifestyle for the next several weeks.  It’s making sure I get all my runs in as I train for the half in February.  It’s getting three loads of laundry done each day (how we have so many loads while three of the members of this household wear uniforms is beyond me!).  It’s clubs, soccer, playground, puzzles, homework and breathing.  It’s yoga and stretching.  It’s making sure I have a conversation with my husband that does not consist of our to do list or what we have to get done or what we didn’t get done.  It’s all those balls, in the air, feeling very out of control.

Yet as I was reminded by my husband this morning (as he hollered from the shower while I was groaning about again more laundry)..”Melodie, dirty laundry means we are all alive.”

Yep.  All these balls in the air are because I am alive and have a family who needs me, who wants me, who loves me and who I love.  I’ll take the lists, the to do’s, the rude entrance into life post fabulous 18 hour get away and all the dirty laundry for this!

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