I was a weekend warrior.
You’ve heard the phrase, right? It’s usually pertaining to those elite athletes who spend their weekends running marathons or taking on a triathlon or some kind of extreme fitness adventure.
Well, this was not that kind of weekend warrior per say…
But pretty close. Pretty darn close.
If you are a mom of multiple active kiddos, you get it. Your weekend can surely be much like a marathon or triathlon. The race is just a bit different. My weekend was probably one of my greatest achievements, in both stamina and strength.
I’m feelin’ the win, moms. I’m feelin’ the win.
It’s not that my weekend was any harder or busier than the average mom; it’s all about how I managed the madness, really. Us moms, we are always running around holding our breath or losing it. At least, that is how I usually cope with the undeniable challenges I face to carry out a schedule that is so jam-packed, I get dizzy just looking at it. I usually end up with several ‘blows’ and quite a few stumbles that screw up my time and add several missteps along the way. As hard as I try to equip myself for weekends such as these, I’m often ill-prepared for the race and it kicks my butt as I skid along the pavement grinding a road rash full of gravel and dirt. There are endless opportunities to fall… from the last minute missing equipment, traffic on the way to a game, food forgotten, yelling at my kids for not being prepared for the day, or me forgetting my phone. Just to name a few.
Well, last weekend was the Big-Time. The Boston of all marathons… the Ironman of all triathlons… and I completed it with both the grace of a natural, and the speed of an Olympian. It wasn’t that we actually made it through the jam packed schedule unscathed; it’s really about how I held myself together and embraced the joy in parenting while in the throes of busyness.
You know the feeling, don’t you? For those stretches of time, we are Superheroes! Our mama superpowers are in high gear as we leap over tall buildings in a single bound and fly through the air with the speed of a bullet- and do it all… wait for it…
With a smile.
I really did.
Where’s my cape?
I pulled it off, only a few times in my parenting career.
This was one of them.
It started off on a Friday afternoon:
2:40pm- Pick up daughter.
2:50pm- Run to the grocery store to get the snacks for the upcoming football game. (I’m in charge of snacks.)
3:40pm- Pick up son. Late.
3:50pm- Arrive home to pack up one kid for soccer and the other for the pool.
5:30pm- Drop son at Soccer and daughter at pool.
Swim laps for the hour between drop off and pick up.
7:00pm- Fly to pick up son at soccer, with soaking swimsuit on and mascara down my face.
7:15pm- JUST make it, and realize I have to get out of the car to pick up the uniforms for the weekend tournament. I did not know this. I had to get out of the car, in a soaking swimsuit and mascara running down my face. Wearing crocs. With socks. (I know, I know…) I walked onto the field in a dripping wet swim suit for all the parents, kids and coaches to witness the wet mess that I was.
7:30pm- Decide to keep the momentum going and take son to the grocery store for a quick drop in to give him the choice of drinks for football snack.
Walk through the store in a wet swim suit and mascara running down my face. Crocs. With socks.
8:00pm- Left the store to fly back to the pool (late) to pick up my daughter and arrive home.
9:00pm. After unpacking from the evenings activities and re-packing for Saturday’s soccer tournament, I decide I need to fuel myself for the weekend ahead.
10:00pm-I eat four bowls of Captain Crunch and watch 6 episodes of The Middle until…
2:00am- Go to bed.
6:30am- pack car and leave by 7:00am to make it to the field for an 8:00am game.
9:30am- Fly back to the house to get football equipment and head to football practice until 11:00am.
11:30am- Have lunches packed and in the car running late for second soccer game because football practice ran over.
12:00pm- Make it to the field in the nick of time for game two.
2:30pm- Home and packing for the pool, get kids there by 3:00PM.
3:30pm-5:00pm-Unpack and clean up from the morning, and head to pick up dinner and go to the pool.
6:00pm-8:00pm-SWIM 100 LAPS! (Oh yes I did!)
8:00pm- Let the kids close the pool down and head home to shower off and get son to bed before day two of the soccer tournament and first football game.
9:00pm- Get computer work done, pack for the next day, and manage to pull off some QT with hubs, despite every muscle in my body being limp as a wet noodle.
12:00am-Learn from the night before, and decide to hit the hay and omit the tv/capt crunch combo.
6:30am- Pack car and off by 7:00am. (You know how this goes…)
9:15am- Game over and get home by 9:45am to get ready for church.
10:15am- manage to pull out of the driveway and make it to church on time.
12:30pm- Back home with an extra kid, feed them lunch and pack the daughter and her friend up for the pool. Go over snacks with son and am told I didn’t need to buy drinks after all. Decide it’s so hot that the boys will need some grapes to go along with the cheese-its and bananas.
1:30pm- Take girls to the pool, and then head to the grocery to pick up grapes.
3:30pm- Get home with a carload of groceries, and of course, the grapes. Unload and pack 20 baggies of grapes and haul bananas, grapes, and cheese-its to the car. Make dinner for three girls (Yes, we added one) and pick them up at the pool and head to the football game by 4:30pm.
4:30pm-6:00pm- Watch game. Hand out snacks.
Make it home by 6:15pm just in time to set up for youth group.
6:30pm- Kids arrive for Youth Group. Have an amazingly productive and fun time.
9:00pm- Start cleaning up from group and unpacking from the long day. Start another two loads of laundry, pack lunches for Monday and plop on the couch…
10:00pm- Feeling like a superhero.
Just don’t ask me about Monday.