Okay, I admit it. I'm a lazy bum.
Or maybe, I
have a lazy bum sitting on top of two lazy legs right below a lazy tummy.
*sigh* I've been paying for a gym membership since JANUARY (gosh!) and have been a whopping five times.
And its a Curves-style place too, a no-brainer- I just have to actually get up earlier than my husband and kids, suit up, get over there, sweat, come home and shower, change, then face an angry couple of kids who wanted breakfast like, yesterday, and have been ignored by Dad and are still in PJ's and dirty diapers, unfed, stuck in front of a kiddie video and climbing all over me as I waddle in, shaky-legged and exhausted from even a baby workout and have to start my too busy day not at a run now but at a breakneck sprint. Irritable, now starving, and harassed, I embark on cooking them breakfast, and then my breakfast, and I swear to myself that tomorrow it will be easier, and won't take up my whole morning, maybe if I could just get up earlier... or something...
And somehow, after finally getting the kids to GO TO SLEEP at midnight the next night, and myself finally drifting off nearing 1am, when the alarm goes off at 7am the next morning, the LAST thing I want to do is start that all over again!
I need to find a new angle here. This is a ridiculous emotional mess as it is.
Anyone have any encouraging, I-know-where-you're-coming-from-here's-how-I-face-it kinda stories???
Maybe?