by Sandra Beck, Motherhood Incorporated
Yep, failing the self care challenge for sure! Everyday I get up and think about all the self care I am going to show myself today. By the time I revisit that thought it is 11:30pm and my eyes are crossed. I think back to all the things I did in the past 18 hours and it is amazing that there is still a big fat pile of stuff undone. I was speaking to my friend the other day and we were laughing at how we need to be cloned like in that dopey movie from 1996 Multiplicity.
Just thinking of having four of me is great relief. There would be the work-out me all fit, sweaty and strong. There would be the loving mommy me – smelling of fresh baked bread and always ready with a hug. There’d be corporated me taking the business world by storm in matching shoes and a nifty skirt set. And finally private me – chocolate coated, romance novel reading laze in the bath until the cows come home me. One of us would get laid – I am not sure who and with whom, but one of us would…
Alas I am only me and am pretty much a combinations of all four with a few modifications – sweaty from chasing the dog, smelling of playdough, lucky my shoes can be found amidst the clutter, and chocolated coated from grimy little hands. My life is busy – and many days too busy to take much self care. So I decided that when my kids are grown and my dogs are deaf and blind then I will laze in the tub with chocolate and a romance novel whiling away the hours. For now I have two kids to raise and a mountain of laundry to conquer and you know what? That’s okay.
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After the holidays a little dog wandered into our lives with no chip, no collar and no identification. We cared for Pinky Buttercup until her seizures last night became too great. No, she did not die, but I did make arrangements for her to be put down this morning. Driving her teary-eyed to the vet, I spoke to her about all the joy she brought us for the short time she was with us. My mother’s intuition kept telling me this dog has a home. Find that home! But after internet postings, postings at the bank and the grocery store I was at a loss.

We compared notes and agreed that if we treated our children the way we treat ourselves we would have cranky, miserable children AND we wouldn’t be able to look ourselves in the mirror! So why was it okay for us to treat ourselves that way? You know what I’m talking about, forgetting to eat lunch, staying up too late, not taking the time to play, POSTPONING going to the bathroom, inorder to finish the sentence, finish the dinner, finish the FILL IN THE BLANK. We decided to challenge ourselves to 60 days of treating ourselves with the love, compassion and care that we glady bestow on our children. I can’t speak for Sandra, but in my head I was picturing a 60 day spa vacation. Hah! Before we started we each made a list of the things we wanted to work on. Both lists were a tall order. Here we are nearly at the halfway mark and I am humbled by how different my life is.
and I hope you will! This is an amazing opportunity for me to shed some light on a much misunderstood neurological issue that is now affecting roughly one out of a hundred children worldwide. Autism has been a part of my family’s reality for over four years now and to be able attack it publicly and positively is a dream come true.
I am stronger and I feel stronger. I feel more like me than I have in a long time. I’m still exhausted, I think that is just a given of being a working mom, but I feel better equipped to deal with the exhaustion. I no longer feel like the amazing 120 year old woman. I don’t feel “old” anymore. This is a relief. I’m not ready to feel old. I still have sprinklers to run through, pillow fights to start and tickle sieges to mastermind. After a bleak year of being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and an auto immune disorder I am now once again hopeful about my future.
I looked like Eugene Levy in the end of Splash when he tries to run after getting a shot of Novocaine in his leg! Yeah, and then the trainer wanted me to do it again. What, are you kidding me? I did it, but I had to do it in about 8 tries and my son actually came in the room and wanted to know where the hurt dog was. (That’s what the noises I was making sounded like to him.) And you know it’s gonna hurt tomorrow. Mutter, mutter, mutter.
. As usual I need to learn and re-learn things the hard way. 

So far my big revelations are two fold:

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