I’m not sure what I did to deserve this, but tonight the most evil karma bit us in the ass at the gym. Dr. Toy Warden came home from work and wanted us to go to the gym as a family. It sounds like a great idea, but when you have a baby, just going to the gym and leaving your baby in temporary daycare isn’t as easy as all that. Violet needs to be in a PERFECT baby mood to stay in the rambunctious daycare with the stranger danger baby-sitter. That means she has to be well-rested and recently-fed.
Almost every time my husband has wanted to go to the gym with me during daycare hours, the timing has been off. The baby is either sleeping, hasn’t slept in a long time or hasn’t eaten in a long time. If we wait for her to wake up from a nap, she wakes up hungry. Feeding her takes forever. We only have about an hour window before we are ALL starving for dinner. If we don’t go to the gym at exactly 4:45, we’ll all get too hungry to make the gym work. Gym daycare closes at 7. If we eat at 5, we aren’t ready to work out at 6.
It’s all very messy and ridiculous. It should be easier than this to go to the gym together, but it’s just not! We usually end up going separately.
Well, tonight everything was working out perfectly. The baby had napped and eaten when my husband walked in the door and announced he wanted to go to the gym. We got everyone ready. I nursed the baby one last time. We stuffed everyone in their coats and carseats. We drove to the gym, unloaded all the kids and…
The baby-sitter was out sick.
That’s right, the first time in months that we were able to get our shit together well enough to go to the gym together and there was no childcare.
It just figures.
I’m not sure what we did to deserve this karma, but it’s sure helping to make my ass bigger tonight.
(I did do Jillian Michaels “30 Day Shred” when we got home, but STILL.)