This was a bad gym month. I won’t name names (Jeff) but somebody got all crazy with the swine flu scare and didn’t want the babies in the playroom at the gym so I wasn’t able to keep my normal schedule and go in the mornings. He who won’t be named was kind enough to let me go every single night of the week in exchange. Sounds good in theory, but by the time night rolls around the very last thing I want to do is go to the gym and workout. I am tired, the gym is packed at night, and did I say I am tired? Add to that a gazillion photo sessions every weekend and wham! I maybe went once a week. Bad bad bad. I shouldn’t complain though, I finally lost some weight (3 pounds to be exact) so maybe skipping the gym is a good thing? The three 12 year old boys at the park last week seem to appreciate my going to the gym if them yelling to me that they like me and think I’m a MILF is any indication.

We started back up today and let me say I was having anxiety AGAIN over leaving the babies. Every time I asked if they wanted to go to the gym they yelled NOOOOOOOOOOO so I was rather worried how they would react. Ha. We walked in, they got their name stickers, blew me kisses goodbye and went to play. When I got back to pick them up they were in the maze for the very first time! The maze is a huge play climbing thingy with tubes to crawl through, obstacle courses to go over, and slides to get off. It is awesome. This opens up a whole new level of gym play. They also have a huge bounce house the babies haven’t been in yet - hopefully they’ll get brave enough for that and soon they’ll be begging me to go to the gym. =)