We're back from our trip to Norfolk, Virginia. My parents were thrilled to see Alex and Ella. And we were grateful for the extra sets of hands to watch the kids. There were times when my husband would turn to me and say, "Listen to the quiet. I can hear myself think."
There comes a point when your childhood home becomes the place you visit on vacation. And your parents, who were once the people you saw every day, become a link to the past. It's hard for my parents to see me as anything other than their little girl. And I have trouble relating to them as individuals. Still, we love each other and accept each other for who we are. At least we try to ...
It took less than 24 hours for my mom to point out that I've gained a little weight in the middle. I knew the moment was coming, I just didn't know when it would hit. And she's right, I have. After Ella, the weight came off, but my stomach has not flattened out like I had hoped. Also, it didn't help that I stopped exercising to focus on poetry and the blog in April and May.
I guess it comes down to what's important. I needed those months to focus on my writing. Something had to go, so I was happy to stop working out--I hate it. Time management is supposed to be about making time for what's important, and doing what you like. But now I have to find time for workouts and treadmills and crunches, oh my!
So, I'm home planning time to get in shape. *sigh* Well, if I get stuck for motivation, having my mom's disapproving voice in my head is enough for me. All things considered, I'd rather be writing poetry. Or watching the Red Sox. Or both. With 162 games in a season, I've learned to find time for the important stuff.