Kangatopia

A few weeks ago I talked to my boss about changing my schedule to 7am-4pm.  This way I would have more time in the evenings to ride my bike during the less dangerous daylight hours or work out at the gym if the weather was bad.  It would also allow me a lot more time with the kids.  By getting the bike riding and/or gym work-outs (on Sunday I worked out at the gym and rode my bike.  Go me!) taken care of between 4 and 6pm, I could pick up the kids between 6 and 6:30, take them home for dinner, homework and playtime.  This schedule would make all the difference to our family, so it wasn’t just about how I get twitchy when I haven’t been on the bike in awhile.  It was about being a better, and more present, mom.  I admit that this discussion didn’t take place until daylight savings time ended, but my heart is really in the right place.  I promise.  Everybody wins.

I haven’t actually started working this schedule yet, but today panic started to set in.  The weather is supposed to get really cold, icy and generally crappy over the next 24 hours.  It won’t last long.  It will be gone by the weekend.  But, still, when can I ride?  What will I do???  It’s hysterics, it is.  I have found that a day off the bike is a day when Mommy goes a little bit crazier.  A week off the bike is guaranteed to result in a Mommy melt-down.  Mommy really needs to get back on that bike.  The silly thing is that I can’t imagine that I would have been able to ride tomorrow anyway.  I definitely can’t ride tonight, and Friday wasn’t looking much better.  The earliest will most likely be Saturday afternoon.  I guess I should just calm the hell down and go back to counting the minutes as usual.