Yesterday I re-instituted a stair climbing regime at my job. I work on the fifth floor. The lactation room is in the basement. That means if I walk down and up every time I pump, I travel the stairway six times each work day. If I climb my way up in the morning that's seven times. Since I've fallen off the wagon when it comes to regularly going to the gym, this could help me feel a lot better without changing very much about my day.
This weekend my guy and I benefit from two date nights while we have friends and family babysit, and one activity with friends each day. I'm positively giddy at the prospect. I could really use some social time - my patience has been thin recently. When minor annoyances tick me off in ways that make me clench my jar it's clear the time has come for a break. So this weekend is full of breaks: with people to hold down the fort, people to hold the baby, people to talk to about non-baby things. And then next weekend we see some family and friends for the holiday - a different type of break, but a break nonetheless.