On the heels of a post about cake, lets discuss exercise. You have to be able to eat cake and feel good about it right? So anyway, a new gym has opened up in town. It is bright and shiny and the music is too loud. I loved it. I got arguably one of the best workouts I’ve had in a decade.

The problem is it is outrageously expensive. In no way do I begrudge their pricing structure. It is affordable like certain other trendy gyms are, but for a working parent in the Bay Area I don’t want to have to choose between food and a workout class. The prices make sense to get people to commit to multiple classes a week to reduce the each day cost. I get it. I totally respect and understand it. If it was even slightly less expensive I would consider it…if ANY of the class times actually would work for me.

So I’m sad its not going to work out, but I have been re-motivated to work out. So i’m thinking of purchasing a FitBit, downloading custom workouts and giving it a go. Pray for me folks. This could be an dually grueling and entertaining adventure.

Sometime you just want comfort food. Something that fills the little cracks the day/month/year have caused. To me these cracks look like cracked heel skin. You know, the I’ve-worn-flip-flops-all-summer-and-have-icky-dry-heels cracks. To me, the only thing that puddy’s up those cracks is cake. Chocolate. Lemon. Yellow with chocolate frosting. I just love cake. Fancy cake. Simple cake. Cake with or without frosting. There is just something in the delicious squishy comfort that makes the cracks heel and life seems so much simpler.

I hope today you find your own version of cake. It’s been a rough few months for me, but I’m confident that cake will make it all alright.

There is little better than being DONE with a huge project. Whether it is clearing out the garage, a huge Marketing Launch, or losing those stubborn pounds on your hips, it is a glorious feeling. Like having rainbows shoot out of your eyes and glitter trail behind you when you walk. Okay, maybe not the rainbows, but definitely the glitter.

So as I go into this weekend feeling like the fully mature Alpha Gorilla is off of my back, I feel fresh and ready for the next project to tackle. Before I take that on however, I will be enjoying some family time first.

Go out and do something fun this weekend! You most likely deserve it.

I’m one of those fortunate souls who gets to work from home twice a week. I know. I’m very lucky. Seriously. No sarcasm inserted here. I’m especially lucky since when I don’t work from home, my commute is an hour and a half. One way. You may have blanched a bit at that. I do too sometimes. Here is the reality though. I live in the Bay Area. In order to survive this rat race of millennials with too much money, no real fiscal responsibility and pants that are far too tight, I drive this insane commute.

But do you want to know the dirty dirty little secret? I relish it. It is my alone time. I get to listen to whatever I want. I get to sit in silence. I get to listen to podcasts. I get to listen to audio books. I get to get my mind right and shed the cloak of responsibility and just relax.

After the commute I’m on conference calls almost all days. I’m in calls about upcoming calls. I’m on calls that discuss what we’ll have on our next call. I’m tired. I’m talked out. Then I get in my car and I sit in traffic for an hour and half listening to anything I want. Insert smug smile and butt wiggle here please.

I get to town, pick up my little man, talk to our childcare provider about bowel movements and what he had to eat then head on home to change into an all cotton outfit and play with toys. *Disclaimer. I’m a child in a grown-up body. If our family credo could be changed it would be “you have to grow old but never grow up”. So I actually really like playing with toys.

After we play, the hubby comes home, assumes child-play duty and I whip up something to eat/ or reheat something. I like to cook so its not a problem and if it is, the hubby can and will cook for us instead. I married a partner people, not a child. After that, we wrestle the the little beast (sometimes quite literally) into his pajamas, let him play for a little bit then put his butt to bed. Then what do we do? Enjoy conversation and a lovely glass of wine? No, I go to bed too. I’m freaking beat.


Our default is to say, “I just want to see you happy.” I think this can be misleading. Happiness is an emotion right? Would you want to feel one emotion all the time? Fear? Anger? Euphoria? You’d walk around looking scary or crazy.

So, no I don’t want to just “be happy,” I want to feel it all. I want to be content and settled in my “off” time. I want to feel less stress. Less worry. I want to be able to sit on a bench and watch rowers pass by on the water. Let my ice cream get a little drippy because I’m savoring every bite.

Today, I’m going to choose to find happiness in little things. This will help me fight the stresses going on in my life right now. Here is a sample list of what makes me happy right now.

  1. My husband’s sleepily mumbled “good mornings”
  2. My baby clapping his hands and pointing at me
  3. Long walks around the neighborhood talking about dreams with my husband
  4. BBQ’s with friends with the smell of meat grilling, watermelon chilling, and a cold beer in my hand
  5. Escaping into a good book and sometimes re-reading books to visit old friends

Choose Happy Today People.

Inevitably I walk into Target with a list. A very concise list. Sometimes my list is even by category. Why then, do I ALWAYS forget something and buy unnecessary “necessary” things? But in all seriousness, I typically do go to Target with a very detailed list then find other items I actually did forget to add to said list. It’s not all impulsive “stuff”. The simple truth is, I know my Target better than I know some close friends houses. I can tell you the aisle my most frequent purchase are on. Let me tell you why.

When I was pregnant and unemployed (no that isn’t the beginning of a country western song), I would go to Target to just get out to of the house. I would update the baby registry. I would decorate imaginary rooms in my head in the housewares aisles. I would simply wonder to people watch. I can not tell you how many hours I wasted at Target, but when I needed it to keep me moving, to get me out of the house and away from the 1,000 episodes of NCIS I watched (don’t judge), Target was there. It wasn’t exactly a sanctuary, but it was something that kept me from feeling all alone in a new town with unexpected free time on my hands.

Being pregnant and alone isn’t always a great thing. Sure, I didn’t have the stress work adds to pregnancy, I got to stay off of my feet and eat healthy from home. But on the flip side it was lonely and isolating. Target was a beacon of sorts to help me keep my sanity. I know i’m not alone in these thoughts. I’ve had discussions with others as well. There is just something about Target’s familiarity that brings peace to a stressed out woman like me.

Some days I struggle with work life balance more than others. Today is one of those days. It’s beautiful outside. I mean light marbled clouds in the big blue sky beautiful days. I mean Friday with only two conference calls type of beautiful days. I mean going to the GIANTS game tonight type of beautiful days. So, I decided to make all-day, simmer in a pot, forced to smell goodness chili for a BBQ tomorrow. Good idea? In retrospect, no. Now all I want to do is sit outside in the garden and eat chili.

I have what my husband and his friends call, the “Itis”. The Itis is basically when you can’t focus on anything worthwhile at work anymore. It’s the work equivalent of summer vacation for kids. You can taste freedom, but you have to wait a few more short hours. This is usually the time you go back to the break room and ask people what their plans are for the weekend, you may go for a walk to grab coffee, you may look up non-related work subject on your computer to pass the time. Whatever your Itis may be, I have it bad today. So enjoy your weekend! Get outside and do something fun. It IS nearly summer after all.

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