Saturday, May 9, 2009

Y it's a bit of breathing space

Heaven help us all, Super J is heading out of town for the week.

As a Mother's Day gift, we signed up for a membership at the YMCA...both so I could work out and hopefully stop all this stress eating that is only making me feel worse about so many things AND offering me two hours (if necessary) of child care. I don't know how long we are going to keep the membership, but it will pay for itself by the end of the week, let me just assure you.

And I mean that with lots of love. You know I love my girls. LOVE them. It's just a bad combo when you have FIVE needy females and only one of them is the "adult" who responds to the other four needy femmes. Oh, and the littlest one has discovered that if you crawl very very s.l.o.w.l.y. on the wood floor, it doesn't hurt so much and you can get under the dining room table to find ALL sorts of surprises, ranging from left over waffle bits (thanks Miss O), to play dough balls (thanks older Misses), to ANYTHING ELSE SHE CAN GET IN HER MOUTH that I have failed to sweep up (thanks, Miss L!).

I used to long for a baby that had no teeth at this age, because as you may (or may not) know, when you are trying to do the "mouth sweep" to get out such delicacies as plastic or candy foil wrappers, and your baby has teeth, your fingers are in such danger I can't even tell you.


When you have a baby who just has two tiny teeth, do you know what happens? She locks those gums down into a pretty darn near impenetrable fortress that houses all sorts of masticated paper which shortly turns into pulpy goo.

So. Yeah.

If you, too, have a membership, maybe you'll want to be joining me at the local Y for a little time away from such treats.

1 comment:

Madelyn said...

Good for you! Leave those girls in good hands and go to Zumba for me. I miss it!