Stay With Me – Ignoring That Pile of Dishes In My Sink

Last week I felt like I was constantly rushing. Rushing downstairs when I woke up to make the coffee and get myself ready. Rushing to rouse the girls and help them get dressed and brush their hair. Rushing out the door and heading to daycare drop-off – making sure I pulled into the parking lot precisely at 7:15. I knew I had a one minute buffer but if I arrived at 7:17 I would pull out of the neighborhood later than I should and I would get stuck behind the bus  – which would make me panic throughout the rest of my drive about being late to work. After work, I rushed to get a quick workout in and then rushed to pick up the girls. I headed home to tidy the house a bit and make dinner and before I knew it the whole process started again. It wasn’t very pretty.

Thankfully, there were moments when my children reminded me I needed to slow down.

“Mama!” she called from upstairs.

I was unloading the dishwasher so I could load it again with the dirty dishes that were overflowing in the sink and I hadn’t yet started prepping dinner.

“Come down, babe!” I yelled up the steps. If she came down, I could talk to her while I got some work done.

She didn’t come down.

“Sweetie, come down!” I yelled again.

She still didn’t emerge.

Annoyed at being disrupted from my list of chores I wanted to check off my list, I went upstairs and saw her sitting on her blanket, leaning her head against a pillow in her “fort” (which is really her closet). She looked up at me and let out a muffled sigh.

I took a deep breath and ducked down beneath her hanging dresses and sat next to her. She leaned into me.

“What’s up, kiddo?” I asked.

“Sister doesn’t want to play with me.” she replied.

I put my arm around her little shoulders. “Sometimes sister wants to do other things. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you, it just means she wants to do her own thing right now.”

“I’m sad,” she said.

“I’m sorry you’re sad.” I sat with her for a couple of minutes and then kissed her on the head and started to get up to head back downstairs.To where my work was.

She put her hand on my shoulder. “Stay with me.” she insisted.

I looked at her small shoulders hunched over and the downturned corners of her mouth and I took a deep breath and sat back down. To where my work really was. We sat next to each other in silence. I tried not to count in my head how many minutes we were sitting, and how many dishes I could put away in that same timeframe. I reminded myself that I enjoyed sitting next to my child.and feeling her warmth and her weight pressed against me. I reminded myself that sometimes the dishes really can wait. I leaned my head against hers and rubbed her back.

After a few minutes of silence, she said, “Thanks for helping me. I feel better now,” and she popped up and walked out of the “fort” ready to head back downstairs.

The anxiety I had felt about taking the time to head upstairs had been totally unfounded. In reality, it had taken only five to seven minutes of total time, starting from when I yelled up the steps from the kitchen. Five to seven minutes to help my daughter to feel loved and secure and able to regroup. Five to seven minutes are so important when you think about it that way.

The pile of overflowing dishes will get done, eventually. They won’t sit there forever.  My kids won’t need me for that long.

5 Types of Tummy Troubles Runners Know All Too Well

I’m a runner who currently can’t run. I’ve been knocked out of the loop for years from torn labrums in both hips and now a herniated disc in my lower back. I am not sure if I will run again.

Which sucks.

I yearn for it. I dream about it. Lately I’ve been chatting it up with some runner pals, reliving the glory days. And I was reminded of this post I started years ago and never finished. Here you go.

The long run is invigorating – it provides a challenge that leaves one exhilarated after completion. It is looked forward to with anticipation in the days leading up to it, and it provides a calm serenity for days after. But it is not without its perils. Here are the common tummy troubles runners understand all too well.

1. The Gassy Gurgler: These are the stomach rumbles that can’t be quelled and lurk throughout the duration of the run like a stalker in the shadows. The level of discomfort can vary depending on just how much gas is swooshing around in there. The good news is you’re able to run away from the source and the swinging of your limbs helps waft, waft, waft.

2. The Leaky Faucet: It is rumored that some marathoners actually choose to urinate mid-stride in order to avoid adding minutes to their overall time. I haven’t met anyone who cared enough about their time to pee on themselves during a race, but I have encountered those who have let out an accidental stream.

3. The Emerging and Submerging Torpedo: These suckers are the silent submarines of the turd world. They are small, swift pellets that creep towards the surface, surprising the runner, who may or may not exclaim, “oh!” then hopes the urge can be quelled. The torpedo stealthly retreats. For now.

4. The Pray to Jesus: This is the most feared type of gastrointestinal distress – and for good reason. Every runner knows to relieve their bowels before going out on a run, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out. Sometimes there is just more that needs to be released. Either way, it’s bad news when your body decides three-quarters of the way through that the time has come. There are very few opportunities for a run to alsoncount as cross training, but crouching in a squat clenching your glutes as tight as you can would be the exception. It doesn’t count as cross training if you fall to your knees in order to hold it in.

5. The Tardy to the Party: Even when you think your stomach is just fine, and you complete a long run feeling as fit as a fiddle, this feeling of euphoria can quickly come to a crashing halt. Sometimes the body has other plans even if you had anticipated enjoying your post-workout reward of Eating All The Things! Instead of savoring a post-run snack it’s possible to find oneself with a sudden massive stomach ache, shortly followed by a mighty bowel release, on par with what great volcanic eruption. The upside to this is that you could ice your knees while sitting and shitting.

Any other stomach issues I missed?

Damn. Even with all of that, I really, really miss running.

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