I have been to the gym three times this week. That's right, THREE. That's three more times than any other week in the past 6 months. I don't know what it is with me, I love being at the gym. I love the workouts, I love being sore, I love getting some "me" time so why do I have such a hard time actually leaving my house to go there? I used to be in such great shape, but these days I'm really feeling like a mom! I don't want to have to wear Magic Panties with slinky dresses the rest of my life. You know, the panties that are two feet long and keep your stomach in? Yep, I own a pair, bought them a few months after I had Hannah never intending to use them more than that one time. But their black, so they're sexy. Riiiiiiigghht...
Hannah has been in daycare the past two days and I've missed her. She goes every Thursday and Friday, so we cuddle a lot on Friday nights :). It's actually Little Embers Day School, which I think "school" is more appropriate given all she has learned there. She really enjoys going and getting that interaction and come Wednesday night I'm ready for her to go, so it's works out good for all of us! She's been so honory, defiant and TWO lately. She is also not to be trusted---ever, no matter how safe it seems. She colored her nose the other day. With an orange highlighter. What in the world would posess her to color her nose? I'm talking the whole thing. Nostrils, bridge, tip and a little on her cheeks. She also colored on the t.v. the other day...again. I quickly removed all the blue crayon and we agreed to just keep it between us. Daddy gets a little protective of the ol' Sony Bravia. So back to her being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad girl. If I didn't know any better I'd just assume she's deaf and feel bad for her, but no, she hears me. We are working on "Stop!". As in when she's running out her daycare door into the parking lot, or she's riding her bigwheel down our street at a speed I can't catch without ditching my flip flops and breaking out into a full on sprint. Yep, it happened and she's never been in more trouble in her life. She made it 7 houses down before I caught her and instructed her to RUN home. I don't know if I was more mad that she was heading toward the danger of a main road or that she forced me to run with my butt crack exposed in my falling jeans and be reminded by my heart rate just how out of shape I am.
And that brings us back to the gym. :)
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