Right now it is 11:00 a.m. I am still in my p.j.'s sitting on my bed with my 6 month old not so happily playing next to me, and my three year old bouncing around the room. What I would really like to be doing is sweating my butt off (hopefully literally).
I've been waiting since I sent my 3rd grader out the door this morning to school to have my workout, but princess baby is not cooperating. So here I am sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I have obligations later today and tonight, and this is pretty much it. If I can't fit it into the next couple hours it's not going to happen.
I love that I'm a mom. But I hate the fact that I don't have any time that is just for me. Unless the baby falls asleep, and the toddler is occupied, I spend every second caring for them. Usually I try to do two workouts a week at night, so Mr. Handsome can help, but that won't work tonight, or tomorrow night, so here I am trying to beg, borrow or steal enough time to take care of myself. I would easily take my 3 yr old to the daycare at the gym, but I don't feel like I can take my 6 month old yet.
Gotta run. My little angel is fussing. :)