Anyways... I think its been a good day, despite having no sleep and a wicked cold. Poor little Thomas was up all night with a dirty smoker cough and just wanted to snuggle (melt, which is hard to type because as we speak he is telling me he is very mad with me right now, because I am insisting he eat his dinner). Zac is so congested you can tell he is frustrated and claws at his sweet baby face and only really gets sleep when propped up on my chest... two kids, one Mum, you do the math #sotired
BUT I am going to the gym! I am going to go as soon as I can. I am going to run and read my book (Thank you Sophie for writing something I want to read) and then lift some weights and after a quick shower i am going to swim laps! woot! God, I hope I remember how to swim and I also hope there is not a crowd, because a more 'Mom' swimsuit does not exist... its that or wear a t-shirt in the pool, which I think draws more attention than owning the MOM suit.
Gah! As I type it I think about cancelling... I was hoping to be at the gym by now, but here I sit pleading with a toddler to EAT YOUR CHICKEN as tears stream down his cheeks (I am not demanding he eat it all, or clear his plate, but try it and actually swallow it, toddlers are so damn literal).
Times up... bath time for Thomas.
More to follow post workout... if I make it there at all.
Update; Monday circuit complete, details to follow in day 3s report #cliffhanger