If my lack of a mid-week blog post is any indication, it’s been a long and busy week at our house. I knew that life as a mother with an infant wasn’t going to be easy. Though I’ve been trying my best to balance all of the demands of my life, most days I’m not able to accomplish most of what I set out to do. As each day passes that I’m not able to spend as much quality time with little man as I’d like to, work out the way that I way want, or straighten up my house to the point that I’m satisfied, I become increasingly more frustrated.
On Tuesday I hit my breaking point. After a full day at work, followed by what turned into a 2.5 hour doctor’s appointment for little man, followed by sitting in massive traffic and an almost 45 minute drive home from the doctor’s office, I’d had it. I was in tears on the phone with Preston as I drove home, partly the result of the stress of the doctor’s appointment and partly due to yet another day when I’d been away from home for over 12 hours and once again didn’t have time to go for my planned run. By the time we got home Tuesday evening, it was time to start little man’s bedtime routine, after which Preston and I finally sat down to eat dinner around 8:45.
Working out and blogging have been two of my coping mechanisms during my transition into motherhood. And to have my time for both of those things become extremely limited as I juggle all of the competing demands for my time is becoming more and more debilitating to my mental health. After hitting what felt like was my breaking point on Tuesday, I wanted nothing more than to just go for a run.
After an 11 hour day on Wednesday, I came home fully determined to go for a run. Even though it took some compromising on Preston’s part, I was able to head out the door for a run. The further that I ran on Wednesday, I more I felt like I was able to let the stress fall off of me. The further that I ran, the better I felt about our busy schedule and being able to tackle it all. Who knew that all it would take was a pair of running shoes and the wide open road to help make me feel better in the midst of an incredibly busy time of the year.
I know how important it is to practice self care, especially as a new mother. But that doesn’t make balancing everything while also making time for myself any easier. All I can do is remind myself that I’m human and that all I can do is try my best. And sometimes that means taking a step back from everything when I feel like I’m about to explode, and heading out the door for a run.
QOTD: How do you manage your stress? What are your coping mechanisms?