About two-thirds of the way through my second pregnancy
I showed up for triathlon practice and started laying out my workout gear next to my bike. It was a full brick workout that day (including swimming, biking and running
) so it meant packing equipment for all three sports, changes of clothes and multiple water bottles.
A teammate was setting up next to me and remarked that she was jealous about how organized I was and credited motherhood with how pulled together I was that morning. Sure enough, I had everything lined up and ready to go and the neat lines of food and clothing looked impressive. Sadly, it had nothing to do with the fact that I had kids, but my squashed bladder woke me up super early that morning. Never mind the fact it had taken a week to locate all of said sporting gear. I felt awful reinforcing the myth that moms are organizational masters