Cheese With Your Whine?
8.30.2005
I did it...sort ofI worked late tonight, because I felt guilty about not being there yesterday. Bossman was pissed off at me, big time. Freak. It's not like there's much of a plan B when your kid starts yaking at 1:00 in the morning.
Rylee and I both slept like a rock last night and we had no more vomit - thank goodness - so she went to school today. Katie picked her up for me since I wasn't going to be home til late. The poor girl hates to come home and find I'm not here. Katie called me and she was crying "Mee-moo, Mee-moo." Talk about making you feel special and like crap all at once.
When I got home I made a sandwich and fed Rylee and then decided, what the hell, it's time to start walking. I can't put it off any longer. So even though my exercise buddy, Kelly, was at class bettering her mind, I set out with Rylee in the jogging stroller and me in my new shoes.
All was well until about 5 minutes into my brisk stroll when I realized that the girls where not in a bra, because it and my shoes are immediately discarded upon entering my house. Small and flabby as my sorry excuse for boobs are these days, they can still manage to bounce around and hurt like crazy. You'd think they would at least have the decency to bounce in sexy unison. Nope.
I persisted, though, and walked for about twenty minutes until I just couldn't take it any more. Not exactly what I had in mind but it's a start. 20 minutes are better than no minutes.
Rylee was hoping for more too. When we walked up to the door, she started yelling "NO! No! No!" From then on out, it has been holy hell to try and get her to do anything. I don't know why sometimes the smallest things are made into huge ordeals. I should have grabbed a bra and sprinted right back out the door.
I know this picture does not prove that I actually exercised. It does however, show you Rylee's opinion of being brought back inside.
