The Year of Inconsistency. That’s what I should have called it. Because here it is, February 8, and my last post was almost three weeks ago.
There’s this thing that I do where I come up with these plans that I convince myself are do-able, and then I start in all gung ho, and sure enough, they are not do-able after all. At least, not when the reality of life sets in. For example, on January 3, the first Sunday of the new year, when I was all excited to start the first full week of 2016 full speed ahead, my kids got sick. Fever, coughing, and snot galore. And then Michael got it. It was like an infirmary around here. And all my plans got pushed to the back burner, along with, frankly, my motivation. It’s hard to stay focused when you are constantly distracted by a kid saying, “Momma, I’ve got snot”, after nearly sneezing their face off.
Even though it’s only been a month since, I still haven’t gotten my groove back, in terms of figuring out how to start building in a routine. Every day is different, and every time I think I have it all planned out, something happens that throws it all off. For example, Vida’s preschool is on break for a month, so my regular weekday schedule is out of whack. And now, the kids are sick again. Same exact stuff as before, just in a different month. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH is the only word I have for how I feel about this.
Yet somehow, strangely, in the middle of all this, I have been able to be consistent at SOMETHING, and it’s not what I ever would have expected. It’s exercise. I’ve taken a Barre3 class almost every single day of 2016. So even though I’ve been sucking it up when it comes to almost everything else I wanted to be consistent in this year, I’m not completely failing. And that’s cool by me.