I had a rough week, there are no two ways about it. When I would go to outrigger practice and it was not a good run; we didn't blend, I didn't find a rhythm, or my "Oomph" to get through strong, I would always tell my self, "Okay we got the bad practice out of the way. It's over. The next one will only go up from here."
There is no one thing that made me have a rough week, and note: I don't want to say I had a bad week. I'm very careful about those things. I really don't have any big problems, our life is very blessed...but even so there are a lot of responsibilities and demands that I have outside and that I put on myself.
At work, I was covering for two people who were out of the office. I'm still new and getting used to things and it seemed everything was a priority and due right then. At these times, I take a deep breath and tell myself, "I will live through this." I don't work in a coal mine or a battle field, I work at a Pharmaceutical Ad Agency...While our work may be affecting other's lives with their meds, no one will live/die if this brochure doesn't make it to the printer today. Please understand, that doesn't mean I just sit back and scan facebook at work thinking, "Oh, it will get done eventually..." but it helps my blood pressure.
At home, I have been feeling like a bad mom. I try with all I have to put Mary to sleep gracefully, I think having to cry yourself to sleep is an awful way to have to end a day for both of us. So I stand and rub her back until she is sleeping. Sometimes it works and sometimes, she wakes as I walk out the door and will cry. She is getting in some molars and going through a growth spurt, so I'm trying to be gentle with her, but one night it took an hour and a half of stories, elmo, and rubbing her back to get her to sleep and she was still crying...so was I. Finally Brian came in, held her and rubbed her back and she was quiet. Was I doing something wrong? Am I not home so much that now she wants Daddy to put her to sleep and not me? I let my mind go to the dark side.
Yesterday morning, I got very frustrated with Brian over something very stupid...So I did something I have been meaning to do for months. I went for a run. I did the 5k route in our neighborhood and impressed myself with how much of it I was able to run. When I told Brian how much I ran, he said, "Wow, you should get mad at me more often."
It's all about balance and, as I have posted before, we are all doing the best we can. We lived. We still have problems that a lot of other families wished they had.
We got that bad week out of the way. It's over. The next week can only be better.