This morning, the girls let me sleep in! Until 8:30 a.m., woot! I got up, posted the blog and wrote an article for Demand Studios because there are finally articles in the queue, which is great since we're broke
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I walked with the girls to a nearby park for a picnic lunch and they played independently for most of it, needing me only to help them on the monkey bars, or when they'd climbed too high on the ladder and were afraid to go in any direction
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Sometimes you're supposed to go to the gym, and your kids, who on a normal day would be up and about by 3:30 p.m. latest, are still asleep at 5 p.m. So you wake them up and get them ready to go, through tears and wailing of course. Then someone has to go to the bathroom. Everyone has to wash their hands. Out the door. It's 5:35, the class starts at
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I'm getting better at Body Combat. I have now advanced from dead fish to constipated penguin to 92-year-old woman barely hanging onto life to 65-year-old woman with a hip injury in the looks department
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Just because you're taking part in a body combat course does not mean you'll ever look like the 22 year old to your right. You didn't even look like that when you were 22. You cannot do the moves she can. Y U so stoopid?