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Browsing Tag: dear golly next time I’m wearing sweats

Round Two

I should be grateful that I get to spend some one-on-one-time with my youngest daughter, I know. I should feel blessed that we can swing these mom-and-me gym classes while solidly denting the bank, but not breaking it. I should be excited to spend 45 minutes without laundry or chores or errands, just watching Quinn crawl up those short stairs, and roll around a ball pit, and toss a basketball toward a little hoop. But this is what makes me want to bang my head against the padded gym walls. Because I haven’t drunk enough coffee for small talk at 9:30 in the morning. And Quinn starts crying halfway through the gym class because she just gets so–pardon my French, but if you saw her, you’d understand–pissed off¬†that she can’t walk around like the other toddlers. And I wonder if it was really worth putting on mascara for this today, or if I should have just stayed in my gym shorts, because they were way more comfortable than the pants I’m wearing. But then she turns around to look for me…