Unfortunately the last few days have been void of any such recreation.
Except for running in the house. All moms do it. And I don't mean on a treadmill. I'm talking about full on sprints.
I did a few sprints myself today.
Here were 2 reasons I sprinted today...
1) I overheard a three year old in the bathroom talking to herself.
"I don't think that's poop on the ground. I think it's a chocolate bar."
Mama sprinted in just. in. time.
2) Then I was in the loo myself a bit later and purposefully yelled out into the house.
"Davy! Is Gianna ok?"
[I breathed deeply and enjoyed my last second of privacy.]
"She is eating cereal...."
[another long pause]
"On the table."
|that's how she gets up there...from her stupid high chair. it's like a ladder for baby climbers.|
And as I beat my personal record sprint time from bathroom to kitchen, I was met with Gianna eating two handed from Davy's cereal bowl while squatting on top of the table. And then I saved her life by returning her to the floor.
Based on some recent events, Davy is probably not currently in a position to deduce whether or not Gianna is in imminent danger. So, if you were walking or driving by my house today and you noticed a small person standing on a table, please do not call CPS. I won't do it again. Go to the bathroom alone, that is.
Any other good reasons for mom-running at your house, ladies?