A Day in the Life of Lauren
So, it took me about a month to get my arms and legs moving the way I wanted them to again (or at least close enough). After taking almost a decade off from softball, my body simply had to go through the aches and pains of starting back up again.
For that entire month, I didn’t really throw any specific pitches or hit any targets (wait, can I use that excuse in a game?). It was just throwing — like starting from scratch throwing. I needed to put in as much volume as my body would allow.
However, it was a little tricky to accomplish this. I felt like I was in no-man’s land, because I wasn’t in season, and I wasn’t out of season. I was doing something I had never done before. I didn’t have a blueprint.
This led to me doing too much, like combining a pitching session and hard lifting in one day. Oh, and then staying up all night with a sick three year old … or just my normal three year old who hates sleeping in his own bed. By the end of that first month, I wondered where the hell the time (and sleep) went and how I could do everything I needed to do to be ready.
That’s when I figured it out. I just couldn’t do it all, the training, the momming, the business.
However, I was determined to try with some creative scheduling and (this is tough for any mom to admit, gasp) help from other people. But we’ll get to that later.
As most mom’s know, if you aren’t multitasking, you aren’t getting enough done. With that in mind, it didn’t take long for me to know this schedule just wasn’t going to work:
- 6 a.m.: Coach at TrAk for 4.5 hours
- 10:30 a.m.: Lift and condition
- 11:45 a.m.: Rush to pick up the boys from school
- 12 p.m.: Feed the kids lunch and eat whatever is in the refrigerator because I am HANGRY and expiration dates are flexible, right?
- Afternoon: Put my son, Will, down for a nap, play Uno with Jack, try to respond to emails, pick up Grace from school, say hi to my husband, maybe squeeze in some throwing
- 4:30 p.m.: Either return to TrAk to coach and/or come home, make dinner and start the “routine” (you all know what I am talking about…the dinner/bathtime/bedtime circus)
- Evening: On a good day I get to: unload then re-load the dishwasher, put laundry in the washing machine and turn on the dryer for the 14th time because the clothes that have been in there for days are wrinkled yet again because I haven’t taken them out. On a bad day I stare at the laundry, and every other chore, and I tell myself “I’ll just do the rest in the morning” (which never gets done until that next night). TV you ask? Haha. That’s funny. I can honestly say I get ZERO minutes of grown-up TV a day (although I can sing you every word of the Wild Kratts theme song).
- Night: I sit with Dave to discuss what we have going on the next day before we both collapse in bed from exhaustion
Then it’s time to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
So this is when you tell me I’m such an amazing woman for doing all this by myself. Actually …
We are so lucky that we have some of the best help in the world. Miss Banna (who is actually Miss Savannah, but three year-old Will couldn’t/still can’t say her name, so Miss Banna it is!) is ready to help and maintains a random schedule with us. Without her, NONE of what we are doing would be possible. I have called her at midnight to see if she could come help at 6 a.m. because Dave was throwing up and I had to coach. We also have Coach James who has taken a big work-load at TrAk so that the crazy schedule didn’t become the norm. My body, nor my sanity would have lasted long.
So against my motherly nature, I asked for and received help from quite a few places. We all want to be the rock, but there is a reason why they say it takes a village.
Throughout this journey, I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am. Ryan Realmuto-McMullen (hi Riz!), my catcher at Oklahoma State University and also one of my best friends, has “gently” reminded me to relish in every single hip bruise (which I did call her to cry about) and every single wince of pain because playing ball is such a privilege. Through all the pain and stress and chaos, I can tell you that she is 100% right.
I’m still trying to figure out how to balance being a wife, mother, business owner, athlete and friend. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I suck at all of them. But I am taking Ryan’s advice to heart.
As with everything else in life, and really as a mom, this is a work in progress. I may as well embrace the chaos because it’s here to stay. At least until August.