Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'.
I'm writing now instead of reading. Just about every second of my time is accounted for from now until Thanksgiving and finding time for me is going to be a challenge. Right now, I should be grading the three completed assignments I have in my inbox. I have a case of the monkey mind and trying to quiet it is a little more important.
I'm on a bus. A cold one. Planning in these next three months is paramount. Example- I didn't realized I'm making more milk than Royal is drinking- not a bad problem to have...except, he's not on the bus with me and I only have one eight ounce bottle to pump into until I get home in seven hours. He's ahead with Todd and Maksim. I'm a smart lady. With advanced collegiate degrees. I can figure this out, right? So the planning wasn't great for this weekend.
Todd is awesome. Supportive and easy going. My schedule is so much better than it used to be but still not easy. A little slip up like not having enough bottles equals either pouring GOOD BREAST MILK OUT!!!! or putting it in a water bottle that I just drank. I know, I know. First world problem.
Whenever I'm in season, I'm haunted/motivated by what was said to me seven years ago when I was hired to be a coach, "Honey, I don't know if you're cut out to be a coach." Super. So, yesterday we had a tough one (after a SPECTACULAR game and heartbreaking loss the day before) and the girls are asleep behind me. They're good sports and so far I'm encouraged by their collective spirit. Now it's my job to keep them moving in the right direction. (googling/amazoning how to recover faster.) We don't have a ton of subs. I lost six would-be retuners to transfers or injuries or otherwise so what would've been 24 is 18. A HUGE difference in the field hockey world. How do you teach college kids to not let youth be wasted on the young?
I've practice yoga once since Thursday- and for a few minutes in the hotel room yesterday when Todd took Maks to the pool at 8AM (oh, to be a toddler) so I'm feeling sore and tight. Could be why my monkey mind is acting up. The competitor in me is a little pissed that I wasn't able to complete the 30 day yoga challenge I committed to for 8/1-30- but I did start on 7/30- made it 8/22 and then preseason field hockey with two a days got in the way. Mamma tired. I was motivated by Kurt's encouragement that taking an hour for yourself each day for meditation and exercise is just under 5% of the day. Todd reminded me that number is skewed and doesn't account for the sleeping hours. Whatever. 6%.
So there we have it. My toes are cold, my milk ducts are swelling and my Starbucks is empty. Time to head to the bathroom in the bus and make a bottle. Lord knows I'll have a record producing milk day and need to do some problem solving or, God forbid, dump some out. Any nursing mother out there knows how this would not be an option.
Happy Labor Day y'all. I've been working 24/7 since Friday at 7am. Is that ironic? Or coincidental? Those of you who have them, enjoy your eight hour work days and vacation and thank the unions that make that work for you (if it does.)
This works for me. Busy, busy. Then chill, chill.
I'm writing now instead of reading. Just about every second of my time is accounted for from now until Thanksgiving and finding time for me is going to be a challenge. Right now, I should be grading the three completed assignments I have in my inbox. I have a case of the monkey mind and trying to quiet it is a little more important.
I'm on a bus. A cold one. Planning in these next three months is paramount. Example- I didn't realized I'm making more milk than Royal is drinking- not a bad problem to have...except, he's not on the bus with me and I only have one eight ounce bottle to pump into until I get home in seven hours. He's ahead with Todd and Maksim. I'm a smart lady. With advanced collegiate degrees. I can figure this out, right? So the planning wasn't great for this weekend.
Todd is awesome. Supportive and easy going. My schedule is so much better than it used to be but still not easy. A little slip up like not having enough bottles equals either pouring GOOD BREAST MILK OUT!!!! or putting it in a water bottle that I just drank. I know, I know. First world problem.
Whenever I'm in season, I'm haunted/motivated by what was said to me seven years ago when I was hired to be a coach, "Honey, I don't know if you're cut out to be a coach." Super. So, yesterday we had a tough one (after a SPECTACULAR game and heartbreaking loss the day before) and the girls are asleep behind me. They're good sports and so far I'm encouraged by their collective spirit. Now it's my job to keep them moving in the right direction. (googling/amazoning how to recover faster.) We don't have a ton of subs. I lost six would-be retuners to transfers or injuries or otherwise so what would've been 24 is 18. A HUGE difference in the field hockey world. How do you teach college kids to not let youth be wasted on the young?
I've practice yoga once since Thursday- and for a few minutes in the hotel room yesterday when Todd took Maks to the pool at 8AM (oh, to be a toddler) so I'm feeling sore and tight. Could be why my monkey mind is acting up. The competitor in me is a little pissed that I wasn't able to complete the 30 day yoga challenge I committed to for 8/1-30- but I did start on 7/30- made it 8/22 and then preseason field hockey with two a days got in the way. Mamma tired. I was motivated by Kurt's encouragement that taking an hour for yourself each day for meditation and exercise is just under 5% of the day. Todd reminded me that number is skewed and doesn't account for the sleeping hours. Whatever. 6%.
So there we have it. My toes are cold, my milk ducts are swelling and my Starbucks is empty. Time to head to the bathroom in the bus and make a bottle. Lord knows I'll have a record producing milk day and need to do some problem solving or, God forbid, dump some out. Any nursing mother out there knows how this would not be an option.
Happy Labor Day y'all. I've been working 24/7 since Friday at 7am. Is that ironic? Or coincidental? Those of you who have them, enjoy your eight hour work days and vacation and thank the unions that make that work for you (if it does.)
This works for me. Busy, busy. Then chill, chill.
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