Tag: work
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Something’s Gotta Give: A Mom’s Struggle
It’s the age-old mom question: Can we have it all? This dream of having the family, the prefect job, the great house, the relaxing vacations, the life-enriching hobbies and extra-curriculars, and intimate and meaningful relationships with our spouse and kids seems doable, doesn’t it? Not to mention a clean house, home-cooked meals, and a super…
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Marathon Training: Week 2
If I could summarize this week in one word it would be: exhausted. And the sad thing is, it had nothing to do with marathon training. I haven’t even reached high mileage or tough workouts. I think my fatigue came from a variety of factors: stress, poor sleep habits, and dehydration. Something about running during…
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Please Don’t be Distracted, Mom
I was sitting at the table, hurriedly eating breakfast while replying to an email. I needed to get out the door in about 5 minutes. My oldest son was waiting for me; we would leave for school together. Like any good mom, I was multi-tasking: answering emails and eating breakfast. I was working, and he…
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Homemade Larabars
I love a good Larabar. Super clean, few ingredients, and something easy and convenient to grab on the go . (Or throw into your diaper bag on your way to a church potluck.) If you haven’t check out the product, I highly suggest you do. But if you’d rather, you can make them yourself. I…
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When the Going Gets Tough…
It’s about 11 degrees F outside right now; and since there’s no wind, it doesn’t feel too bad. I’m sitting here in the dark with a hot cup of coffee and sweat drying in my hair. Mere moments ago I was running through the snowy streets of town, cursing my body for struggling so badly.…
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On Life, Lemons, and Lemonade
I’m always sad to say goodbye to summer. It’s my absolutely favorite season. I know everyone is in love with fall and that’s fine; I like fall too, but I love the heat and the long days and the cookouts and lemonade and shorts and bare feet. I like tan legs and warm evenings. I…
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What I Needed to Hear
“I think that we should make it our goal that you qualify for Boston in three years.” I almost cried. We were out for a walk with the kids. It was a gorgeous day: warm breeze, sun shining, and the delighted shouts of the kids in the background. The boys were riding their bikes, and…
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