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Evolved Mommy | September 17, 2019

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A Body in Motion - Evolved Mommy

A Body in Motion

“Street Cleaner” by Banksy, Photo Courtesy of Dan Brady

Recently, I’ve had more than a few self-pity parties over the fact that I have so much to do and never get to relax.

But what am I telling myself that “relaxing” is? When I’m driving home and my daughter is nodding off in the back seat I’m thinking about how much I really hope she will take a long nap so I can sit on the couch and do nothing for a while. Or maybe I can take a nap, too.

In reality, the guilt that washes over me if I sit on the couch, or heaven for bid lay down to take a nap is unbearable and I’m right back up in a matter of minutes. So what’s relaxing about that? Not a thing!

This weekend for whatever reason Newton’s first law of physics came into my head and won’t leave.

A body in motion will stay in motion and a body at rest will stay at rest.

One of my biggest pet peeves about my husband is that after he gets home, has pooped and eaten dinner he just wants to sit in front of the TV.


I hate that box of moving images (except on Modern Family night. Then I really love it).

But what I’m realizing is that’s his deal. He gets those few hours everyday to do with what he wants. So what that he doesn’t want to go for a family jog. So what that he doesn’t want to read a book. So what that he doesn’t want to sit outside and chat.

While for the most part I’m in charge of my day, someone else is in charge of his. If he wants to sit in his chair with his computer in his lap and look at Reddit (okay, there’s good stuff there) while watching TV, No. Big. Deal.

Usually I sit with him.

God only knows why.

I hate it.

But lately, I have this new found energy to keep going, keep doing. Even if he is sitting I will keep going. It’s the body in motion and I’m going to keep it in motion. If I stop I fear I might never start again.

Yes, I have a lot going on, but really who doesn’t? Every mom I talk to has more than she can handle. She doesn’t have the same things I have, but they are her things.


My friend Sarah is a complete inspiration. She maintains a major website, has just finished an e-book and contributes to other sites/publications all while having a daughter who doesn’t sleep through the night yet at 19 months old and will not be left with anyone else. Sarah is also one of the most dependable people I know. If you ask her to do something it’s done within 24 hours. AND she’s one of the most level-headed of our group of friends, never complaining about anything. Odd, I know.

She’s a mommy phenom.

Okay, what the heck is my problem that I can’t handle the few responsibilities that I have.

Now that I have felt overwhelmed and worn down and under-appreciated and guilty how do I find my joy in the everyday activities that I do? How do remain in Motion? It’s simple.


1. Keep moving.

2. Stay organized. Everything in it’s place. (This is who helped me)

3. Stay on top of my daily tasks (Monday = Business & Blog, Tuesday = Housekeeping, Wednesday = MOPS & Correspondence, Thursday = Paperwork, Friday = NOTHING, Saturday = Special Projects, Sunday = Finances)

4. Wear life like a loose garment. If it’s not a life-or-death situation it’s not that big of a deal.

Ohhhhh! This is all reminding me of one of my very favorite poems.

Phenomenal Woman

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.