The hardest part about a “life change” is finding a new routine.
Figuring out what works, what doesn’t, re-setting priorities & deciding new goals. Maybe it’s just me, but changes tend to dump me on my head & I spend about 3-4 weeks spinning in circles freaking the hell out, but then I buckle down & settle in.
The first few weeks home, I kept Harrison with me alone & worked while he played in the backyard or napped. Then my sister moved in with us during weekdays to help with childcare but I found myself working on our bed in the master bedroom, alone & isolated for 5-9 hours per day. Just me & my laptop & some movie as background noise. I emerged for lunch but had this nagging feeling that I was getting lazier & fatter & more depressed by the moment. I was rocking second & third-day hair on the regular & staying in my pajamas until 3pm. (also? girl scout cookie season. no further explanation necessary.)
This week, I decided to start our days with a walk – the kind where Harrison is bundled in the stroller & his momma burns calories. I thought he’d hate it & fight the stroller because he’s such an independent guy, but I think he likes being able to just chill out. It’s just thirty minutes but I feel so much better & focused for it. I worked better, more efficiently, even planned dinner & put on lipstick. (well, Revlon lip butter. Seriously, check that stuff out because it’s magic.)
Last night, I went out with my girlfriends for our monthly Girls Night Out & when asked how I was, I said “Happy. Really, really happy. The kind where everything that comes out of my mouth is rainbows! & sparkles! & unicorns!” I’m even annoying the shit out of myself with it, but I can’t help it. I don’t know whether it’s the sunshine or the exercise endorphins or the seeing my kid every day or the Zoloft, but this feeling rocks all around.