Thursday, May 7, 2015

Team Daddy

On occasion I feel the need to leave the house without a child attached to my leg (or my teat). I make sure to live it up while I'm gone; you know, bypass the toy aisle at Target or dare to go inside the convenience store to pay for my gas...anything to really appreciate the time alone and remind myself that I'm an adult woman who occasionally Word Girl when there are no children in the room.

Big Mama

I have a really weird relationship with fitness.  On the one hand, I just can't get into exercise.  I dread going to the gym and the idea of running a mile or two tires me out before I even hit the pavement.  And then on the other hand...well the other hand is holding a Snickers bar, so let's ignore that hand.