Mental Health Day

I want to talk a little more about self care. This comes around full circle to a few posts ago about how I nearly cancelled a couple doctor appointments because they followed quite a few appointments for my kids. So here I am, my Counceling appointment is in 30 minutes (I’m waiting for child care to arrive, AKA my mom) and I’m thinking about the things we might talk about.

I know for one, I want to discuss how I’ve decided that writing will be a job for me, which means I now Official have two jobs. I don’t know how I got so much writing done when my husband was deployed but it seems like I get less done now while he’s working a regular job....well, 7-6pm anyways.

I feel like I am just too tired to do any writing in the evenings, when it’s prime writing time and sometimes nap too. I hope it’s because while he was deployed I worked out a lot, giving me more energy. With the new cardio machine my husband and I got that will be assembled very soon, I expect, hopefully, that I gain more energy on top of losing my muffin top and getting stronger.

I hope that the part-time nanny we have in line for the summer will help me get some writing done then, too. Right now, I can’t wait for my doctor’s appointments to be done or fewer of and my cardio machine to be set up. I seriously miss that burn pain after a good workout.

And now it’s time to sign off. I will probably make an updated post later today to let you all know how it goes.

Update!

I am so glad I went. I didn’t talk myself out of going, even though I tried. Thank goodness my mom helped me with that, too. It’s so hard for me to ask my parents to watch my kids for appointments for myself and not for any of the kids. I basically told him my life in a nutshell. He agrees, the cardio machine will help. I talked to him a little bit about his workout routine, there was a pre-workout drink on his desk, is how to subject came about. Once I have the workouts available to me routinely, I will have another thing in my back pocket to help me deal with stress.

Moral of the story, take care of you. I told him that “When Mom fails (her health), the whole house fails.” It’s true! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️