Mr. Incredible

Picture it:
5:20 am
I am sitting in a chair.  One child is curled up on my shoulder, her sodden diaper soaking through my pajama pants.  I am feeding the other one.  I haven't slept more than two hours consecutively.  There is no way on this rolling blue planet that I am going to exercise.

The first two times I exercised two days in a row I got the flu.  The third time my children did.  Being either insane or determined I exercised two days in a row again and my baby started waking up 4-5 times a night.  His growing is interfering with my shrinking.

Lately I feel like Mr. Incredible in the scene where he is trying to leave Syndrome's computer room.  Giant machines start shooting heavy, sticky balls that glom onto anything they touch.  Despite super-human efforts, Mr. Incredible goes down.

How do you combat the glom-ball effect?

I don't know.

Sometimes, just showing up for another day of mommyhood takes all I have.

Thank heavens for desire.

I know what I want.  Maybe, some days, just wanting it is all I can do toward achieving the goal.  But if I keep that desire alive my window of opportunity will come.

Here's to future windows.