Sunday, October 21, 2012

A Woman in her Thirties Walks

This post is dedicated to my mother-in-law, Nie Nie, who couldn't possibly understand how much she saved my sanity this week.  Xie Xie times infinity!

The amazing Nie-Nie

L travels a lot for work, as I have complained about mentioned before.  But to be honest, I usually don't mind a couple of business trips a month.  It's not that I don't love my husband, it's that I am a woman in her thirties who cherishes her alone time.  L's business trips mean cereal for dinner, a solid hour on the treadmill watching Mad Men after the kids are in bed, and reading.  Lots of reading.

His current trip has him in Malaysia for ten days.  Ten days is a long time and involves being gone over a weekend, which is never cool.  But we both knew that October was going to be a particularly brutal travel month for him, so I did what any self-respecting woman in her thirties would do:  I planned a bunch of meals that I'd never cook when he was around, set a two-mile-a-day goal for myself on the treadmill, and planned on getting through several books.  If it was alone time I wanted, it was alone time I was going to get.

And then strep happened.  I remember having strep throat in high school.  Strep throat sucks. When Anna was diagnosed with it on Tuesday, the day after L left, I kept her home from her activities and waited patiently for the antibiotics to work.

They didn't.  I will spare the details, but let's just say that this week has involved lots of crying and very little sleep.  Oh, and puke.  TONS AND TONS OF PUKE.

Despite having a mother-in-law who came over daily to help (and seriously, I have no idea how I could have made it through the last few days without her), by yesterday afternoon I started to feel myself come unhinged.  There is only so much a woman in her thirties can take in terms of whining, puking, and lack-of-sleep. At 3:00, when a nap was out of the question and Anna and I had both broken down in sobs, I realized that I had two options:  Get out of the house, or lose it completely.

I chose to get out.

Here's what we wore:
 Those yoga pants used to be black.  Oh, and yes, those Danskos have milk stains on them.

 Pajamas.  Cuz Mom was too tired to dress me today.
Pajamas and no shoes.  Cuz putting on shoes would be exerting just too much energy.
And Dan, of course.  He was just excited to get out of the house.

Honestly, I almost turned around after the first block.  My head was throbbing, and I started to worry I might run into someone I know who might ask why my children didn't have shoes on.  

But then I saw these things:


Saint Francis.




One of 10,000 lakes.

And I started to feel better.  And then I looked at my kids:

Who were starting to feel better, too.  And it occurred to me that at that very moment, no one was crying or coughing.  That L would be home in a few days.  That it was going to be okay.

Last night I was in bed at 7:30.  Don't ask me how many times I got up.  The point is that today we all feel about a million times better, and I attribute it to a long walk, an amazing mother-in-law, and sleep.

Finally, sleep. 


  1. You are AMAZING! I don't know why it always comes as a surpise that just getting out of the house makes a world of difference:) Glad everyone is on the mend.

  2. I'm so sorry you had a bad week... But from the looks of it, it appears to be turning around!

  3. You are SuperMom. Today, This Week And Always. Miss you. Wish I lived close to walk together in faded black yoga pants. (less the danskos of course....) Love you!

  4. Aw, honey. :( GAH, I wish we lived closer! I would have traded you kids in a heartbeat. Mad Men is AWESOME-- and so are you for getting on that treadmill!

  5. Don't worry about shoes. Being barefoot improves muscle strength and balance! Love you.

  6. Anytime a lot of puke is involved it's a bad day... sorry. Kudos to you for just making yourself get out the door though!