Dear old grey carpet,
I understand that you’ve been abused in your past. I see the stains and tears that testify to your misuse.
However, that wasn’t me.
I am merely a renter, passing through for a year. And I’ve taken good care of you during the months I’ve lived here.
I vacuum the crumbs that the kids drop so that bugs don’t crawl on you. I’ve tried cleaning your old stains. I even stopped Audrey from peeing on you during potty training.
I treat you well.
Sure, I’ve sweated on you more than normal while doing Insanity.
But I promise to steam clean you before you start to stink.
There’s no cause for you to suck all the oxygen out of the room when I am trying to do my Max Interval Plyometrics.
Don’t even deny it was you, because when I was gasping for breath during the middle of my side to side hops and diamond jumps, the only time I could breathe was when I collapsed face down onto you.
And at the end of the workout, when I was doing my balance push ups? And I could neither balance nor push?
I know it was you moving around, making me unstable, causing me to collapse to the floor.
It had nothing to do with the lack of strength I have in my arms.
So I’m putting you on notice. Behave yourself, and be a nice, cushy landing for my power jumps.
Or I just might “forget” to wipe my shoes off the next time it rains.
Signed,
The sweaty girl who just collapsed on you after almost finishing an Insanity workout
I was torn about family. My mom was married at 17 and had me at 19, and I enjoyed having a younger mom. So I knew I wanted to get married after college.
Like right after. I thought 23 was the perfect age to get married. Part of me didn’t want kids. I thought a mom should stay home with her kids, and didn’t think I was cut out for that. But if I did have them, I wanted two, and for sure wanted to be done having them before I was 30.
And now?
I’m a SAHHM. A stay at home homeschooling mom.
How did that happen?
I have three kids, not two, although I did have them before 30. But we might have more.
I did get married after college. Well, three days after I finished grad school!
I was 23.
But only God could have made it so that I not only love staying at home, but I may never return to the workforce outside of the house. I plan on homeschooling throughout the high school years, and after that I would love to be available to other young moms and families. To be able to help and support and babysit children and bring meals when moms are sick.
My Beachbody coaching is starting to take off in ways I never really imagined, and I am now getting paid weekly for basically exercising regularly and talking to others about exercising.
How could I have imagined enjoying any of this 15 years ago?
How does your family situation look compared to what you used to imagine?
Fifteen years ago this month I was getting ready to go to college.
I was 16.
And I had big plans.
Some of those plans worked out, and some, well, not so much. So for the next week or so (depending how many plans I remember) you get to hear about them!
When I started college, I had several ideas about what my career would be.
A high-priced therapist. Neurologist. Neurosurgeon. Speech Therapist. FBI Profiler.
I didn’t really know for sure what I was going to do, but I knew my career would be successful, I would be highly paid, well-dressed and it would have something to do with Psychology, Linguistics or the brain.
And now? Career? What’s that? I stay home with my kids and I home school them. I have no plans to ever put them in school unless God really changes things. I wash dishes, change diapers and play Candyland. My efforts to lose weight have resulted in a very part-time from-home BeachBody coaching business, which is more fun than work. And I wouldn’t change it.
What were your plans for a career once upon a time?
