Sometimes I feel like being a stay at home mom aggravates all my worst scattered, unfocused, wander-y tendencies. It takes effort to stay on task and make things happen. Some weeks are better than others, and some weeks I just can't help it. This week, well, me and the kids are kind of a ragtag band of misfits.
We joined a gym recently and I'm actually really excited about it. I don't know if it's just maturing, or getting more invested in roller derby, but I've finally realized it's time I started working out a bit. Plus, you know, it doesn't hurt that the kids are members too and there's free childcare. Can I get a big HOO RAY?
But the segue here is. . . both kids got sick after just a few hours in the gym day care. Of course. Norah's nose is like a little faucet and David was up late last night with the most awful-sounding croupy cough. And my poor un-exercised body was pretty sore after a "cardio boxing" class. So we've been laying low, staying home, having quiet playtime, making soup, and trying to keep both kids from poking/kicking/stealing toys from/annoying each other.
I don't want to get too cooped up, so I'm hoping I can get the boy to actually put some pants on soon (as you can see, he is not a big fan of pants this days) and exit the house today. I'm thinking of taking a stack of quarters to Goodwill and seeing what cheap thrills we can find. Then hopefully, hopefully, everyone will fall asleep on the way home and I'll be able to spend a little time finding some focus. Wish me luck.