I’m exhausted. Last week, I slacked my way out of my Friday post by trying to be funny about just how tired I am. This week, I’m finding it difficult to find any humor in it.
The cause of my exhaustion is mostly physical. I am anemic and have not done a whole lot to fix that; ignoring doctor’s orders because the iron he prescribed bothered my stomach and, really, “anemia” didn’t seem like such a big deal to me. But, now, I regret it not doing what he said. I wish I’d listened! I take it back! I’m SO sorry!!!
Yep, it turns out that sometimes, the doctor knows best. And sometimes, being healthy isn’t purely mind-over-matter. It’s amazing that I managed to bury my head in the sand about this medical advice, considering how many times I’ve told the kids to listen to me because “I know what’s best for you!”
For example, haven’t I told them:
- “Eat your spinach!”
- “Get to bed on time!”
- “There’s nothing nutritious about those chips!”
- “You can’t skip breakfast!”
- “Two glasses of wine is enough!”
Oh, wait… that’s all advice that I should have been heeding. (Hmmm… I hope they’re not reading this.)
And now, those little ones- the ones who do eat a healthy breakfast (because I make them), the ones who do get enough sleep (because I make them), the ones who don’t eat junk food (because I don’t let them, much), and the ones who don’t drink alcohol (because so help me, I’d kill them)- are running circles around me. They want me to swim, play, walk the dog, and run around with them. They want a mom who isn’t ready to collapse onto the couch after a long day at work. They’re ready to go!
Plus, recently, I’ve acquired teammates who need me to be healthy, too. I’ll write more about that later, but now it’s enough to say that I’m part of a team (which is so awesome) and I want to be able to pull my weight for them, as well. The sport we play is strenuous (and super-fun), so if I’m physically diminished, I’m more of a drag on the rest of the team than a help.
I guess it’s like they tell you at the beginning of a flight, “Put your own oxygen mask on first.” It’s the only way you can really be of service to anyone else!
I need to listen better. Do you?
(This post was originally published on the Charleston Daily Mail’s Mommyhood blog.)