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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Summer Can Be Endless

There is a down side to having kids at a "mature" age and that is: age itself. I am tired. If I were a car, I'd have a bright orange sticker on my forehead saying, "We are going to tow your mom/wife in 15 days unless you come and claim her." Today, I plopped down on the daybed out of pain and exhaustion of trying to wear out my boys. It was when I finally told my six-year old he could turn on the forbidden-Satan-infused television that he actually became concerned.

Every five minutes, he brought me a glass of water.

I drank it, of course, so as not to hurt his feelings. But all I wanted to do was shut my eyes and fade away. My back is a contraption for pain right now. Could be the humidity, could be the hundreds of pounds I pack into my backpack everyday to schlep the boys all across the city. Could be...I'm just getting old. All I know was after the fifth time my boy woke me up to give me a glass of water, I was wishing that a drug dealing Jesus would intercept a refill and say, "Here, little guy - give your mom these percocets to accompany that."

No such luck.

In my daily journal, I wrote "Why do I torture myself so."

What's the torture, you say? Trying to take two boys on adventurous adventures that don't cost money other than the five bucks I have to pay for my subway fare. That's what. It means packing a lunch, tons of water, change of clothes and a gallon of sunblock. By the end of the day, you bet I'm ready to chug a pint or five of whatever is on sale.

Recently, I came upon a blog entry by Single Mama NYC about working out. It was gospel. Though I can't say that I hate working out, it is a necessity I'd give up if I didn't find myself needing it. I've done friggin' P90X with my husband for the past year and a half and I have to say, it's not as torturous as dragging around two boys on the subway to a free pool or park or whatever, All. Freaking. Day. Long.

Although, it may sound like it - I'm really not complaining. I love challenges. It's why I tried to be the first female-Japanese/American-Rock-Guitarist and married my husband and gave birth to a future drummer (future Ozzy Osborne employees in my book).

My mother will be the first to tell you - if she hasn't already - I never take the easy road.

This is not a gimmick. Stay tuned just to see if I survive this August as camp counselor.


  1. WOW! The only laborious thing that i did today was to change the stink water in my pet turtle's tank.! The rest of the day was spent drinking alcohol , eating food, and smoking cigars!

  2. Stink water can be pretty challenging, especially when you change it in the vicinity of puke-happy four-year old!

  3. I totally drag the kids everywhere just so they won't make me crazy. Crazier at least. I'm with you on that one! It's a work out.

    But camp counselor? Wow. Go. You.

  4. There's not a whole lotta go left by Wednesday, but thanks for the words of encouragement.

  5. I've tried dragging my tot around the NY way: packing a bagillion pounds into a backpack, lugging a stroller, and a 2.5 year old that follows me about as well as a cat through subways and city streets to X destination.

    I'm ALWAYS drained by the end of trip... and I only do this when I visit my family in NYC. I have to hand it to any mom that lives in the metro area and does this on a regular basis.

    Here in Oregon, I do it the lazy way. I throw everything I might possibly need into the trunk of my car and drive to destination X. The downside is that it's not as good for keeping my ass in shape.

  6. If you can get through p90x and your kids still make you tired I better start training for future motherhood now! lol

  7. It's never too late to train for motherhood - P90X or not! Ha, ha, ha...just kidding. No, I'm not.