So my older son had a Thanksgiving Feast at his preschool today. I didn’t know parents were supposed to attend these things. I mean seriously? I know working parents can’t attend but as a stay at home parent I’ve got my hands full for the three hours the Bubz is at school. I went in to pick him up, with Baby Chubz on my hip and was greeted by his teacher with,
I joined a gym. Well, I’m still within the trial period so I haven’t fully committed to them yet, but let me tell you how my first few days have gone so far.
Glorious. Absolutely freaking glorious.
I’ve never been big time into working out, but you know what I am into? Alone time. And that is what this gym offers me.
There are days I don’t want to leave the house.
It drives my kids crazy which in turn drives me more crazy. I don’t want to put on makeup. I don’t want to change out of my clothes and put on nice, decent, acceptable-in-public clothes (sweatpants are a little hot for the summer).
There is so much I want to do.
When I resigned from work to become a stay at home mom I had all these plans. I was going to finally have time (ha!) to do all the things I couldn’t do because I worked too much.
I would learn another language, I would dance, I would take up yoga and start running. I would knit my first sweater and blog again. I would read more and write more. I would become a great cook and keep trying every little hobby and find the one thing I’m really good at.
Today – the first official weekday of daylight savings time, we all took a nap.
Unintended of course. It was close to 4pm in the afternoon and past the cut off time for my hopes of the toddler napping for the day. Rambo had called in sick from work and was laying around while I nursed the baby. The toddler climbed into the bed between us and was physically re-enacting the Angry Birds game.