I am convinced there is some sort of vast conspiracy to keep me from the gym. I am not sure if it is right wing, left wing, CIA, Military Industrial Complex or PETA, but I am pretty sure it is a conspiracy.
I am not sure if I have mentioned it before, but I detest exercise. You name a form of exercise and I am pretty sure I have tried it an dislike it (except curling…maybe I should try curling). Yet I try to make it to the gym a few times a week, if for no other reason than that I am paying to belong to an over-priced gym so I can use their killer outdoor pool in the summer.
Well, truth be told, I have slacked off on the gym thing this summer cause it is hard to coordinate with Hannah’s morning nap. Her nap seems to take up my whole morning. Lately however, I have been trying to cut that nap to get ready for our fall schedule when Lily’s preschool drop off and MOPS makes morning naps very difficult. So I have been hauling my butt to the gym at a fairly regular basis and was excited to hop on the scale and see a few summer BBQ pounds come back off.
Then the teething began. Molars. Midnight screaming festivals. Tired mommy, crabby baby. Both in desperate need of a morning nap. Still, I was willing to press on. Then, the late summer cold began. Hannah has been a faucet of snot and drool, going through shirts quicker than I can wash them. More sleepless nights. More tired mommy and crabby baby. Needless to say, the morning nap has been reinstated (sadly, for Hannah only) and the dreams of fitting into skinny jeans abandoned once more.
Now I know you will tell me I could still go to the gym after nap if I was truly dedicated. To that I say A) Clearly, I am not truly dedicated and B) the day care at the gym would take one look at my snotty miserable baby and close up shop. So I am home bound until those darn teeth come in. I hope you are happy, Michael V. Hayden (if you know who that is without having to google it, you win…well nothing, but I am impressed, and that my friend, is priceless)