Jotting this in the lobby of my aforementioned luxury gym, it’s important to note I’m not a gym person. Though legging clad with a water bottle lingering to my right, throw me in with the dumbbells1, free weights, and medicine balls and I wouldn’t know up from down. A yoga person, yes; a hiker, an avid walker, the sort of folk that meander and bop, sure. Gym person? Never. And yet here I sit, in the lobby of my luxury gym with my laptop out, hair bunned high and sneakers tied tight, a yearlong membership signed and sealed in my back pocket.
Up until this morning, I’d been balancing full time motherhood with a full time workload – sneaking in days worth of deadlines and articles, photographs and recipes into the lulls of Poe’s midday naps and evening bedtimes, into the primes of our weekends. And while that’d worked -my little career flourishing, Poe thriving and with me, and Andrew stepping in, dedicating his diminutive respites to assisting (a humbling, astonishing, exhausting reality I’ve never taken for granted) – there were seldom moments left for abandon, too many moments of pent up, unnerving energy. Of everywhere to go, and no way to move. And so with Andrew’s subtle, consistent push, we sought help.
Though it came as no shock, burghal babysitting isn’t an inexpensive commodity. Even for six hours a week with said babysitter sitting in my living room, with said me sitting a block away with my laptop and a coffee. In fact, it’s so not, not inexpensive, that as it turns out, it’s more economical to join a luxury gym with childcare. Really. And so here I sit, in the lobby of my luxury gym with my laptop out, Poe just out of eye sight and comfortably cared for for the next two hours. Part of me feels like I’ve hacked parenthood – allowing this two hour window of exemption, to work and maybe even dabble in working out. But from a bigger picture perspective, as a new mother, a small business owner, as a recent graduate with more student loans than I’d ever admit, as a human, being – how do we make it all work, how do we find balance, when conventional assistance is albatross? I don’t have an answer, but I do have a pretty great view of the stair master.
1 Literally googling other equipment