Upon further reflection, and after consuming a not-insubstantial amount of carbs, I feel like a new woman. A chagrined woman...
It appears that all the things I've complained about lately (the kid-unfriendly library, the crappy gym schedule at the Y, and my inability to lose weight without crash dieting) were not nearly as whine-worthy as I originally thought. Somehow, everything always works out in the end. *sigh* I really should put a stop to the tizzies.
Since it's nearly Thanksgiving, I have giving thanks on the brain. And really, I have so much to be thankful for. I'm thankful that Tom was willing to take a risk and a leap of faith and a pay cut to leave a job (in this economy!) that was making our entire family miserable. I'm thankful that we were able to sell our house pretty painlessly (in this same economy!). That we found the house of my dreams, in the neighborhood of my dreams, with the neighbors of my dreams in one morning of looking. That our move to NY was easy and (nearly) painless. That our transition to work/school/new neighborhood has gone well for everybody. That we've got family nearby. And all have our health. That our lost dog was found. That the drama of previous years seems to have come to an end, and we're all as happy as we've ever been (when certain people *cough cough* aren't manufacturing little crises and getting themselves all riled up).
These crises seem to have worked themselves out over time.
1) The Library--I sat the boys down and gave them a laundry list of all the things that they're not allowed to do there (most importantly--they MAY NOT play with the water dispenser upon pain of death) and even though it took a couple of trips to really gel, for the last few months, we've been able to go to the library without incident.
2) The Crappy Gym Hours-- I decided to revisit the gym schedule. There are a lot more classes offered now in a time frame that works with Sam's school schedule than they had available in September. And happily, it's during a time of day when there are plenty of spots available in the child care center. It's true I'm not getting to take the classes I'd ordinarily choose to (water aerobics), but like I said in my last blog, I have reached the point where what I want to do is immaterial. There are certain things I need to do--and one of them is body sculpting/weight training--and (happily) these are the classes that are offered when it's convenient. So things are working out well on that front. It also solved problem #3 in a roundabout way.
3) John Is Too Young For Preschool-- Going to child care at the gym is lots of fun for John, and similar to the free play he'd have at school. So he's perfectly happy to go to the gym, which solves problem #4.
4) I Never Get A Break From The Boys--Ok, it's not ideal. I'd rather John be in a preschool and I'd rather not be spending my free time working out. But if I'm stuck doing what I need to do, it's not a bad deal.
5) I Don't Get Enough Time To Write--Yeah, still not happy about this one, but I can be patient. Next year, when both boys are in school, I'll have a lot more time. And before I know it, they'll both be in elementary school, so I should enjoy this time.
6) I Can't Lose The Baby Weight-- This is an issue, yes. But surely going to the gym again regularly is going to help. And doing weight training is going to firm me up and rev up my metabolism. But you know what, I'm tired of stressing about it. Life is too short. I look the way I look because I had kids. It was worth it. My life changed with kids, so did my body. I don't wail and moan over my lost pre-kid life, so why should I waste the energy wailing and moaning over a lost pre-kid body? Just like I'm doing in other aspects of my life, all I can do is try my best to change what I can, and accept that I'm not a miracle worker.
And so it goes...