Monthly Archives: January 2012

Sick Day

By Deanna

Today I was a stay-at-home mom, both boys were home sick and I couldn’t possibly hand them off to my parents while I was at work, although, it certainly would be payback from all the days my parents made me weed, wash the moldings, and comb the fringe on the carpets but I digress.

No, it wasn’t a Ferris Buellers’ Day Off sick day but it has been two years since I went back to work, and it took no time getting into the swing of things, although like the ocean a flood of emotions came crashing down with all the things I love about staying home and all the things I hate about staying home.

When I’m at home…

 I was able to sit down for a few minutes to actually play with my children.

 I could wake up and get to the gym at a normal hour.

 I had more time to get ready, not feeling rushed.

 I made more of an effort to make dinner, and not just warm something up.

 I ate less, I wasn’t obsessed with food. I guess the work day is so structured I gauge it by my meals. 

But I also…

 Hated being a camp counselor, keeping the boys occupied was a challenge, dudes – you’re sick lay on the couch!

 Hated having my name called 30 times in one minute.

 Worried too much about every inch of the house – laundry, dishes, vacuuming, dusting… ugh! When I‘m at work I could care less, suddenly one day off and I was buzzing around like, well my mother.

 Thought Homework duty was hard! These kids have a lot of work to do; my husband is a champ for taking this on.

 Forgot to drink my water, since I’m not sitting at a desk all day I forgot constantly!

Overall the day was, well in some ways productive, I did four loads of laundry, washed, dried, folded, and put away, I cooked dinner, and I really had the chance to appreciate my boys, strep and all they are just wonderful little creatures that really make my heart sing, until I heard “MOM” for the 100th time, and I lost it.


Suffice it to say, the Stay At Home Mom and Working Mom have their own set of challenges, I get both. For me, the best compromise would be to work part-time but since that’s not on the horizon…yet, I’ll make sure I’ll get ear plugs for the next sick day.

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I Know This Much Is True

By Deanna

*Life is a gift. Don’t take it for granted, put yourself, and your family first – than reach out to help others because really you can only help those that want to help themselves. End of Story.

*Life is short. Don’t give up on yourself.

*Life is unpredictable. We had five unexpected curve balls thrown at us this week, some good, some bad, some completely incomprehensible, it’s life.

*Life is precious. Would you rather battle your feelings getting hurt over…maybe some unkind words or someone leaving you out or would you rather battle cancer? Yea, thought so, GET OVER IT.

*Life is what YOU make of it. Only YOU have the power to change the things that YOU want to do, experience life, climb a mountain, water ski, run a marathon, basket-weave, read all of Steinbeck’s novels but it’s up to YOU, start counting on yourself and not everyone else to make the life that you want.

Remember to enjoy the little things in life for someday you will realize they were the big things.

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Whose That Girl? A Locker Room Observation

By Deanna

Everyone has his or her own time zone when it comes to working out. Me? I’m a morning gym goer. I like to get up, well I don’t like to get up but I prefer to get up early to work out. A morning workout means I’m less likely to go off the deep end. It keeps me sane, well as sane as I can be working out in the morning but it works for me, and I’m sure as birds flying in the sky that my children, husband and co-workers appreciate it as well. 

Believe it or not the gym is hopping at five o’early in the morning; there’s all sorts of characters pumping iron, treading the mill and spinning their lives away. The odd balls come out in the early morning hours, I know I’m one of them, but seriously the place can be a casting call for Jerry Springer. Maybe there’s a career change in my future? 

Nevertheless, during my daily morning ritual I take advantage of the showering at the gym two days a week, it saves time and my sanity. It’s also a guarantee that no little people will pop in to use the bathroom, ask me to tie their shoes, or tell me that their brother just called him a “poopie head”. I relish those two mornings, yes it’s a pain in the ass to lug all my toiletries to the gym, but it’s worth every ounce of my well being, I need that small reprieve from “Mom, Mom, MOM can you wipe my butt” at some point in the week. 

Now while I’ve been doing my thing in the morning, like my father before me, I realized all too quickly that I like to watch, people, not doing anything illicit, but just in their natural habitat. Now getting dressed in a gym locker room is tricky business. As I’ve been doing my own little dance I’ve observed that there are three types of locker-room users. “The Demure”, “The Exhibitionist” and “The In and Out.” Each has their own locker-room ritual. 

The Demure” uses every fiber of her being to be discreet. Much like a Russian Gymnast she will contort her body into any angle in order to stay covered from head to toe. Her body is not a wonderland it’s a stealth missile -you just never see it. If she trips, falls or God forbid her towel comes undone she’s so ninja quick her Betty barely sees the light of day. She’s also a germaphobe. She’ll have at least three towels, one to step on while she shimmies in and out of her clothes, one to wrap around herself to walk to the shower, and one for her hair. Her toiletries are in a neat little bag organized in alphabetical order. Her clothes are hanging in the locker on an organic hanger and she can undress, shower, get dressed, dry her hair and put on her make-up in less than 30 minutes.

The Exhibitionist” well the locker room is her playground. You’ll see every mole, freckle and wrinkle that adorns her body. She hides nothing. You’ll be so well acquainted with her Betty you can nail her mood in a single glance at her temple of groom. The winter Betty means she had a tough week and was too lazy to trim the hedges, a landing strip means she’s feeling confident and ready to take on the world, and the wood floor well that means she closed a big deal, has a hot date, or won an Oscar. She wears her nakedness like a badge of honor. She naked walks to the shower, dries her body like a porn star and blows dries her tresses in the buff, which frankly I find a little dangerous and it takes her at least 90 minutes to get ready to start her day. 

The In and Out” is not as organized as “The Demure” and not as naked as “The Exhibitionist.” Basically she teeters between the two depending on her mood. Her toiletries are toted around in a plastic Target bag, she’s a little bit of a germaphobe and makes sure she has two towels; one for the floor and one for the body, and if she forgets one she will resort to standing on paper towels. Now this gal can shimmy out of her clothes quickly, but not as fast as “The Demure.” She’s shy, but if the towel slips and her Betty happens to peek out she’ll blush and laugh about it. “The In and Out” forgets a lot of stuff; her underwear, shampoo, even her clothes, but she makes due, and lets it all roll off her back, basically this gal just showers at the gym and dresses at the gym and does the rest of her primping at home. 

Now in case you wondering, I’m an “In and Out.” It took me awhile to find the balance in my morning routine and in my body, but I’ve found the comfort zone in my workout zone, the big question is—have you? 


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