So I get up with determination that I would make it to the gym today. I was going to take both boys with me for the first time. Jake (3 yrs) has been before but Ryan (11 mo) has not.
I won't go into details because it just makes me tired to even talk about it, but it took me 2 and a half hours to get everyone ready to go. Sigh.... I'm still determined though. I'm going to run today.
I get to the gym. It's 20 degrees outside. I struggle in with a 25 pound baby in a carrier and a 3 yr old who won't mind me. I stand in a long line to sign them in. They BOTH start crying hysterically. Sigh... Still, I will not give up. This will not defeat me. The childcare ladies and I decided that maybe they will calm down when I leave. Out of sight, out of mind... might work.
I change in the locker room and then I run 2 miles. I decided to take a break to peek in on the kids. As soon as I turn the corner, the lady is frantically calling me inside. Ryan has not stopped crying. She is not happy. She will not wait for me to go change and get my stuff, I need to take this baby now. I had to carry him with me through the gym back to my treadmill to retrieve my things. People are looking at me oddly... It's a strange scene. Then I had to carry him with me to the locker room. He crawled on the floor while I changed.
Then I went back to get Jake. Jake promptly explains that he "boomed" a kid in the "kisser" because the kid hit him. Where in the world did he get this vocabulary?! I don't understand... we don't even spank him, and yet all he wants to do is "boom" people. Must be that Y chromosome. The other little boy that Jake hit is crying. Man, I just made these childcare ladies day, didn't I?! They can't wait for me to leave!
.......All for 2 stinkin miles.
Then I went to the grocery store with the two of them because apparently, I hadn't had enough torture and embarrassment already. I could not muster up enough motivation to try to make up the run later that night. | 