zach n kali

I will be the first to tell you that I am not big on exercising.  At least not on the actually ACT of exercising.  I love the theory of it - taking care of your body, extending your life, increasing your endorphin levels, becoming stronger and more balanced... but if it requires me to become the least bit uncomfortable, I'd rather pass. I'd also be the first to tell you that I'm passionate about many things.  The first probably because my introverted, shy, and rather passive personality does not leave me big on expressing these passions.  If it will cause contention or disagreement, count me out.  If I have to speak in public, eek.  If I have to defend myself against a difference of opinion, I'll keep my mouth shut. Now what if there was something that could get me off my lazy butt and support a cause that I care deeply about?  What if I could get myself to exercise and get all those benefits while using my voice to spread a message?  Well wouldn't you know it,

My sweet husband came home for lunch today, my birthday, with cupcakes and a grand gesture - he would let me take a shower while he kept an eye on the kids.  Great.  This is what my life has come to.  My birthday present is a shower.  And... I'm excited about it. The past three months of three three and under have been rough.  Some days I have felt like I've just gone through the motions.  Some days are so monotonous that I really can't even tell you how the week's been.  And some days have been so rough that I just want to cry into my pillow at night, feeling like an utter failure.  And some days are so fun that I can't wait to tell anyone and everyone that I am the luckiest person in the world with the best job.  And those days often have to carry me through the others. The problem with all of that is that I'm relying on other people and circumstances to make me happy.  I am relying on "something" to make the day worth it.  And in this process, I