Bitter or Better

It continues to be a constant struggle on how to balance it all. This morning we headed over to the park to meet friends and play, which means I missed my moment to go to the Y and exercise.

Not a huge deal because I haven't made a set exercise plan in my mind yet, and I had these park plans waaaay before I started writing the blog again. ( "Waaaay before" meaning about 3 days.) However, Mama Chick inspired me. She probably doesn't know it yet, but hearing her say she went to the gym this morning after taking a couple or three weeks off planted a seed. Plus, I have the knowledge that Hot Stuff didn't join us at the park because she is off with her Trainer. Way to go Hot Stuff. You don't get a name like that for nothing!

Fast forward. It is the middle of quiet time. Well, not really the middle. More like the downhill side of quiet time. I decided to stop looking for deals on my frugal blogs I frequent. Put on my shoes. And throw in a Walk Away The Pounds DVD.

It is a 35min exercise. I'm doing good. Over halfway. Doorbell rings. Dogs bark. Oh no. Don't wake the kids! Run to the door. It is the mailman with amazon box--#2 has birthday this week. Quick exchange. Only missed about 20 seconds of walking. Return to TV. Kids are still sleeping. Looking good. Continue workout. Didn't last long.

With 10 mins left the baby begins to cry. Oh no. I figure he'll be fine. Crying won't kill him. I should focus on me. A minute goes by and the cry turns to scream. I wait a bit longer. Then I realize this is not normal. I dash to his room. This is where our small house is a good thing. Poor baby has his skinny little knee stuck between his crib bars. How he did it, I'm not sure. I push it out, pick him up. Silence.

Here is where what could have been a bitter situation turned into something better. I could have quit walking all around my living room. Instead I carried my 17lb weight around for the last 7 min of exercise. As I side stepped, knee lifted and marched, he swayed around thinking it was the best ride ever. He filled my ears with little baby giggles, and my eyes with his little toothy smile. That was waaaay better! I wish he could stay 10 months forever.