My mornings start off with a bang. Blueberry is up and at ’em right away. It takes no time at all for him to begin banging on the back door; his way of saying, “let’s go outside and stay outside for as long as I see fit!” Truth be told, this is a MUCH easier prospect when Dad is home, otherwise the first thing in the morning combination of a hyper dog and a toddler boy are beyond my pre-caffinated capabilities. Well, even when I am caffinated the hyper dog is a doozie and the active todder is demanding.
The days of “on the run” are here. Let me just say, the brown hand pulling the white fingers is CLASSIC – all day, all the time. 24/7. Blueberry has things to do and places to go. And, he’s not shy about letting us know just where he want to go and what he wants to do.
I’m not surprised. I am exhausted. I asked for it – all of it and I love it. But, I don’t think I anticipated the real physical differences for myself between parenting a toddler in my 20’s (my biggies were all toddlers before I turned 30) and a toddler at the age of 45. I’ve been trying to make some adjustments over the past few weeks. We’ve sort of moved into a more active zone – or maybe I’ve just focused in more clearly on Blueberry’s needs. Early morning movement works for him, so I have to figure out how to make it work for me. The thing is, his early morning stretches into late morning and then restarts right after his nap. Have I mentioned how much I looked forward to noon and an impending nap for both of us? Seriously, I’m pooped these days. Geriatric mom, no kidding. I’m just sayin’ it’s a bit nicer on the weekends when Daddy’s here.
I do feel the reality that many many of my friends and age mates are reading novels and sipping coffee in the morning, then taking a little ‘unplanned’ snooze before lunch, or setting off on a leisurely walk downtown. Not me, I’m setting up brio trains, playing picnic, meandering the wooded area behind our house, pushing swings, and kicking soccer balls.
But surely, you couldn’t resist this little face, could you? No reason to say no, every reason to keep the ‘ol self movin’ and workin’. So, I’m trying to make sure I’m taking decent care of myself so I can continue to take good care of my itty bitty. Anyone have any solutions for creaky knees and general body soreness? Hehehehe.. NOT KIDDING!