The last day of school is Thursday and I’m working to avoid hearing, “I’m bored!” this summer. I have spent a small fortune signing up my kids for several “affordable” programs (multiplied by 3 or 4, not so much).
The girls will stay in swim lessons and then there’s a basketball camp for the twins, t-ball for my 6-year-old, and I better sign The Boy up for something soon, too. I’ve got all the kids in a gardening camp, which I love because they’ll learn how to prepare food from the garden (let someone else tell them to eat vegetables) and even share their bounty with the local food shelf. I’m trying to figure out how to do that plus get them to a new kids running program at Life Time on the same day. I’ve already scheduled a few playdates at the house to see friends and we’ll probably do vacation bible school and, oh yeah, there’s a dance camp in August.
That’s all great, except… what about mom? She needs some playdates with her running and cycling pals. I’d like to go to triathlon training camp for grown ups. Mom wants to do the free yoga class in the park on Friday mornings. I’ve got to find a way to keep swimming.
I feel as if I’ve spent the last nine months nailing down a great fitness routine, arranged around their school and activity schedule. Now, with summer here, I have to start all over again. When will mama sweat?!
I think I co-wrote a book about this.
Make time, take time, share time, snare time. Oh yeah.
That’s how it’s done.
Tuesday and Thursday mornings I’ll get a bike ride and track workout in, respectively, before anyone knows I’m gone. Make time.
Kids will visit the child center while I go to masters swim class and my niece, nephew and neighborhood sitter can cover for me while I meet friends for an afternoon ride, run, or both. Take time.
I know one of my daughters would love to go to that outdoor yoga class as much as I would. My twins are signed up for a kids triathlon and we could do a little riding and running together. Share time.
My response to “I’m bored” might have to be capturing the offender for use in a spontaneous “Training for Motherhood” workout. I think that’s an excellent variation of a “time out.” Plus, while I’m shuttling kids to various camps and programs, certainly I’ll find a way to sneak in a workout while I wait. Snare time.
Finding fitness in the chaos of motherhood is a challenge in any season (of the year or of life). I’m sure I’ll be in a groove by the end of summer and will need to adapt again come fall. And that’s the secret behind all the secrets to life as fit mom: adapt.
How are you adapting this summer?