It goes. And it goes. The kids wake up, they want food. One argues about the clothes he wears. The other tires to hide behind things so I don’t get him dressed. But he thinks it’s a game. The husband leaves for work. I make some breakfast and throw together school lunches. I might remember to bring coffee/food for myself. I probably will forget and be scrounging for some sustenance around noon.

I work. It might be a busy day and I can’t keep things straight. Or it could be dreadfully slow and I’ll be clawing my eyes out by 2 PM. Either way, I go home and feed more mouths (both human and canine) and I shove armfuls of clothes into the washer and clean up the kitchen and tidy up the house so it doesn’t look like it got bombed. I don’t care so much about it’s actual cleanliness until the weekend because it’s a futile effort to keep it nice-looking.

Somewhere in between all this, I run. I am training again so there’s no question about will I or won’t I? It’s an accepted truth that I will don the Under Armor and get out there. I think. I think about the pain in my legs and how I could be going faster. I think about the potential lurker in the bushes and how I will knee him in the nuts if he attacks me. It gets me through the run and I am back home, exhausted and trying to stay awake for God knows what reason.

But there are things that make this existence less mundane. My yard may be covered in dead leaves but some of them are just fallen and pretty, so pretty. I am feeling a renewed interest in reading. I went so hardcore there for a while but then had to back off. I am about to make some extra money. And I just got an email this morning about another opportunity. This is good. Very good. Ash and I both running makes us more energized. Isaac is exceedingly cuddly lately. He’s my boy who will fall asleep on the couch with me. I am wearing a shirt today that, one year ago, was pretty tight. Today, it is almost embarrassingly loose. I am only 7 pounds away from my lowest weight since I was a fat college freshman who got fatter. And Bones is on tonight.

I know I frequently blog about this same topic but I feel it’s relevant at all times; we cannot always be “on” and it’s never all bad. It’s normally somewhere in the middle with some highs and lows. Peaks and valleys… all part of life. And it’s all about how you make it.