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Starting Over

This isn't my first blog. In fact, I've been maintaining a blog for nearly 10 years now. The last blog-hosting site I used was once very popular. All the cool kids were using it. Eventually, they all moved on, but I remained the one devoted user after all the cool wore off. But alas, even I over-stayed my welcome. The site shut down. And being in a period of transition in my life, so did I.

So here I am. Ready to begin again. I'm not the same person I was when I blogged last. My surroundings are not the same. My life is not the same. My circumstances are not the same. I'm quite evolved, really. And I'm finally ready to document the journey again.

My mother-in-law once told me that if she was to write a book, she would call it "Ten Feet Under the Table." It's in reference to always having family dinners together. No matter how busy life got, there were always ten feet under the table. So with permission, I'm borrowing the title. You see, I'm a mom now. And truth be told, I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes I feel a little in over my head. I think the title is perfect.

So that's probably what you'll find here. Stories of how I'm trying to balance work and home life. How I'm attempting to get my body back into shape after baby. Frustrations. Me telling you about how obviously advanced my baby is. Recipes that I think you'd be crazy not to try. And maybe photos. (Read: And definitely photos.) (And you will notice that I start a lot of sentences with conjunctions. Because I can. I love them so!)

To start, I just signed up to run my first post-baby 5k. I've made it a goal to work out every day. Yesterday, I went to work completely prepared to hit the treadmill and run during lunch. I was motivated. I had everything I needed... except that I apparently forgot to pack my sports bra. [Fist towards the heavens] So, I walked instead. I was going to try a new zumba video tonight. Did I? No. Instead, I spent the evening trying to figure out why my son wouldn't stop crying. (In case you're wondering, he just wasn't tired yet.) And while normally I would be crawling into bed soon, I promised my husband that I would make rice krispy treats for him to take to tomorrow's potluck. But I have to wait for him to get home from work... 45 minutes away.

This whole not being in a routine thing is totally unlike me. I've never been too keen on having plans changed. So I'm basically a hot mess right now. But every day, I see glimpses of normalcy returning. And you know what? I love my new role so much that sometimes, dropping plans doesn't even bother me. Sometimes life is better without a plan.

And so it begins.


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