Down 4 lbs.
WOOT.
Incentive to attempt taking my clinging monkey son to the babysitting room at the gym again.
HE WILL NOT SABOTAGE MY GET FIT PLAN...
Toddlers.... gotta love em.
I just hate being 'that' mom, you know, the one who's kid sits there and cries while his mean mom ignores him, happily working on the machines, secretly dreading the moment when "WILL MEMBER WHO"S KID IS REDDER THAN A TOMATO PLEASE RETURN TO THE BABYSITTING ROOM. HIS TEARS HAVE FLOODED THE PLAY AREA" comes over the loudspeaker.
It's embarassing when your well known at the gym as the mom with that kid.... I know no one's name, the 10 a.m. crowd all know mine...
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