o-ver-whelm [oh-ver-hwelm, – welm] – verb (used with object)
1. to overcome completely in mind or feeling
2. to overpower or overcome, esp. with superior forces; destroy; crush
3. to cover or bury beneath a mass of something; as floodwaters, debris, or an avalanche; submerge
4. to load, heap, treat, or address with an overpowering or excessive amount of anything
5. me, every september without fail
Years ago, just after Katie was born, I had a physical trainer. Yes, times were a bit different then. He would meet me at the gym every weekday morning at 5am so that I could work out before work. Yes, FIVE ay em. It was the only free time I had.
One Saturday afternoon I had gone to the gym and Luau came to meet me there. He had seen me chatting with Jimmy and he casually asked, “What the heck was THAT?” Maybe not so casually, but Luau’s not one for jealousy. He was laughing as he asked.
I laughed with him as I said, “Honey, THAT is what motivates me to get up at 4 friggin 30 in the morning and haul my sorry arse to the gym to get in shape.”
Did I not mention that Jimmy looked like a Greek god? A very young, dashing, virile Greek god? He may have been as interesting as a box of rocks, but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t something to look at.
I stuck with it for nearly six months. Then one day, I broke. I just broke. I called Jimmy on his cell to tell him that I was going to have to take a break from the 5am training sessions. It was just too much.
“Jimmy,” I shouted into a bad connection. “It’s Jess. Listen, I’m sorry, bud, but my plate is just too damn full right now. I’ve been thinking about it, and something has to give. Right now, unfortunately, I think it’s you. I just can’t do it anymore.”
I waited for his response. I could tell that he was still there, but he wasn’t saying anything.
“Um, yeah. I’m here.”
“OK, so, you with me?”
And then I remembered. Jimmy was dating a girl named Jess. He was crazy about her. He would tell me all about her in between torturous sets of military presses. “Seriously, I think she might be the one,” he’d say as he piled on more weight.
Oh my God. I had just broken up with him. He thought he was losing his girlfriend.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“It’s Jess W. You know, your 5am.”
He chuckled uncomfortably. “Yeah, of course. Hey, that’s cool. Just give a call when you want to start up again.”
I could hear the relief in his voice. He still had his girlfriend AND he’d get to sleep in the next day. So yeah, life was good again in Jimmy Land.
The moral of the story – I’m not breaking up with you, I promise. But something’s gotta give. I’m beyond overwhelmed this week. I’m so far past overwhelmed that I can’t even see it in the rear view mirror.
So sleep in tomorrow, and I’ll let you know when I’m ready to reschedule.