A Mom's Day of Exercise

Heave ho~Thrust myself out of the comfy sheets!

I. Just. Cannot. Do. It.

Fall back on bed. Does this qualify as sit-ups? I attempt to get up once again. If it weren’t for the child pulling on my feet and another one shouting “BREAK--FAAAST”, I would probably still be in sleepy-land bliss. *sigh*

Somehow I make way into the hallway barely opening my eyes thinking that someone must be shining a horribly bright mag light in my face. Nope, that would be the sun peeking through the blinds. I must pee. I have to go, that is the first thing in the morning one must accomplish. Kegels cannot completely erase what childbirth has done to me and if I wait one more second, I will literally wet my pants. Ok, perhaps that was a bit too much information there. You can relate though, can’t you? No children, yet? Oh, just wait for the fun—you’ll see.

Seconds later, there are mini beings jumping at me, shouting things I’m not capable of comprehending yet. Baby on the hip—I struggle over the gate into the kitchen and lift the other two up and over. Now, that has got to count as some sort of exercise.
The day brings on tons of stretching in the way of reaching under tables and car seats for missing items. Boy, my back feels great—errr…old. I think I just threw it out (again). Come on mommy, the middle little rugrat wants a horsey ride. You’ve got to be kidding me, I think.

Throughout the day: Up and down the stairs with boat loads of laundry. My thighs are burning now. I hope my backside is lifting.

And, this is just a small glimpse into the daily exercises whether I want to or not.

To be continued…