The last two day have frustrated my plans to get to the gym, and I was feeling crummy and morose. This morning, determined, I got dressed immediately in my workout clothes, and rassled up the kids to get ready. I fixes a real breakfast and not just toast, I ate my Lara Bar and a diet Dr. Pepper (I know, I know) and got Jeffrey out the door to school.
As I returned some phone calls and answered some emails, the phone rang. It was Jeffrey’s teacher telling me Jeffrey forgot his homework, and he really needed it for a project. Okay, I can get it there- it means I may be late for Zumba, but I can hit the eliptical instead. Get everyone in the car, and drop the homework off at the elementary.
Then I end up talking to the principal about the plan for Bean next year. This a good thing, but wasn’t part of my schedule.
We finally make it to the gym, and there is a sign on the childcare center. Full. They are not accepting any more kids right now. I am not accepting this, and wait for someone to pick up their two kids, and jump like a vulture on the poor girl and squeeze Bean and Abby in. Got a spot. I went to the locker room, threw my stuff in my locker and ran up to the yoga room. I love my yoga teacher, and I’ve missed Zumba completely.
Aaaaand my teacher has been replaced. I’m sure she is a lovely teacher, but I am used to and really love Kim, who sounds like Ellen Degeneres, and has a cadence to her voice that soothes me. Kim is in the class, but not teaching anymore. Crap. Oh well, I’m here and I’m getting my mat and I am GOING to get a work out.
The new teacher spends some time introducing herself and doing a warm up. I am just finishing the spine flexes when the day care lady taps on my shoulder. Abby has wet her pants and they cannot keep her in daycare with pee on her. Of course.
Life: 6 / Mama: 0
I flop down and pull my shoes and socks back on. I give up. I’ll try again tomorrow. Some days, I swear…