I recently started back at work for the first time since November. This wasn’t just the average skipping back into a routine job post-maternity leave; I have to admit that I shopped around for different home health companies to see if they could beat my current position and pay. And I found one that did, but with it came supervisory-type responsibilities that I have not performed yet as an RN. A new company combined with a new job combined with new responsibilities was completely overwhelming for me. I was used to walking around in my PJs and singing along to the Frozen soundtrack while bouncing a baby on my knee. That was the extent of the stimulation my brain received while on maternity leave for 4 months. Going back to work….IT. DRAINED. ME.
Then Oliver decided that it would be the most PERFECT time to cut two teeth. On top of being mentally and emotionally drained from work, I now had a fussy, drooly, congested, nonsleeping baby on my hands who needed, at all hours of the night, constant nasal suctioning and bouncing and rocking and nursing and bouncing and bib changes and Tylenol doses and bouncing and things to chew on and omgithoughtitwouldneverend. Then it would end and my alarm would go off at 4 fricken AM for the new job. So let’s add Extreme Sleep Deprivation to the excuse list.
Also, period. It’s so f*&%#$@ irregular since I got it back and always chooses the worst of times to arrive. Add Miserable Raging Hormonal Sleep Deprived Overwhelmed Emotionally Drained Mother to the excuse list.
Triathlon training, as well as any other form of exercise or clean eating meal prep, did not happen. Just getting through the past 3 weeks without checking myself into the psych unit has been an accomplishment in itself. That, I am proud of.
Now the chaos has leveled off….I’m starting to get into the swing of it at work. The tamps have been packed away until….? And Oliver now has the most adorable two tiny teeth that shine through his baby grins. He’s a brand new baby now.
The Mother’s Day triathlon is 4 weeks away. So that leaves me with these thoughts hanging in my mind: Do I really want to go through with this particular event? Because if so, I need to re-start my training STAT. And if I re-start training, when the hell will I fit in training with a M-F, 9-5 schedule coupled with the responsibilities of mother, wife, chef, housekeeper, and dog-owner? People do it, so I know it can be done.
I don’t have to get up at 4am anymore (thank God), because the temp case I was assigned to is over (again, thank God). So just today, I started toying with the idea of squeezing in outdoor bike rides and runs alongside the sunrise. I’ve NEVER EVER EVER been a morning workout gal; in fact, I can count on one pointer finger the number of times I’ve set an AM alarm to work out. But if I’m serious about accomplishing the goals I’ve set, and if I’m determined enough, this will just have to be the new deal.
As I always say, I love challenges. Challenges have always been a part of my life and they fuel me. I made it through dealing with a teething, nonsleeping baby whilst starting a new job whilst having menstruation from hell, so I think I can handle a nice 05:30 bike ride, eh?
After 2 years of nonuse, I am dusting off Pearl, pumping up her tires, and getting her set to go for tomorrow’s sunrise! After I finish the left over Doritos and cheese slabs, of course.