“When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to pieces. Women go right on cooking.” ~Gail Sheehy
Week 9, week 9!! Where did the weeks go?
This week just gone has been full to the brim of stuff. All kinds of stuff. I’ve had a bit of a cold, I’ve gone to work a couple of days, done some sewing, children’s christmas parties, a trip to Scieneworks, dinner with the in-laws in Melbourne. Just GO GO GO!!!
And I take it all in my stride, because it is often like this. It is the woman’s work (or maybe the stay at home parent) to juggle it all!
On top of all this stuff that needs to be coordinated, there is other stuff. There is all this stuff you can’t necessarily see. And that’s often the most tiring stuff.
Being a stay at home mother (SAHM) is stressful at times. Children can be merciless. Sleep derivation is used as a torture for a reason. It is horrible. I use my jogs, and exercise in general, as a stress reliever. It has helped me immeasurably. But it is not only the stress of looking after two toddlers 24/7, there is also other people’s stress that filters down into your everyday life. Partner’s stress. Friend’s stress. Complete stranger’s stress.
I find it hard to disconnect myself from it. I am empathetic. I think about their problems and worry and get angry and get upset. S0metimes when I jog, I really smash the road with my feet. I am purposefully NOT light on my feet. I love it best when it rains while I’m jogging. Somehow it helps get frustration out. And the music. I have to have it loud.
This week, I have been to work a couple of days, so my normal exercise routine has been upset a bit. Add into that a husband who sometimes works late and you find me in the ridiculous situation of exercising in the bathroom while my children happily play in the bath. I jogged on the spot and did star jumps for about 15 minutes. Squats. Push-ups. Sit-ups. All in the bathroom. Talk about crazy! But I was desperate for the stress relief that I get from exercise.
Another day I went to work, I ended up waiting until 8pm before I could get out for a jog. The sun was going down, most people were tucked up cosy in their homes, but I was pounding down the road thinking about how the old me would have just decided that exercise that day was just too hard. And I don’t even have it that hard. Some people work 4 or 5 days a week, have small children and still manage to get exercising in.
It just reinforced my thoughts on how powerful and determined women really are. How determined I am these days.
And how this woman’s work is never done.