Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! No... it's SUPERMOM! Yeah, that's right, I'd rather be called supermom than octopussy. I was told when I became pregnant with baby number 2, shortly after number 1, not to worry. "You just do it." I was told. "You'll become Supermom!" HELL! They weren't lying!
I'm thinking of that day, when I was ambitious enough to go to the gym with my 2 babies. (baby no.1, twenty-month-old & baby no.2, four-month-old) Well, this gym, and I won't say the name, is reputable and supposedly one of the best gyms in the state, So I've heard. I decided this is the gym I would join. They have all the amenities you can think of, and even cater to families with small children. They have a great swimming pool with a lazy river, great daycare, and so on and so forth. I didn't have any children 3 years ago when I joined, and wasn't planning on having any. Well OBVIOUSLY if I had 3 dogs, 2 birds, and a lizard! Oh, and a talking parrot, thank you very much.
Anyway, this FABULOUS gym that I belong to 3 years later, (which I'm currently paying for and never go) has all the amenities but a stinking elevator. And they decided to put there daycare on the 2nd FLOOR! So, when I get there, my plan is to put my newborn in the baby B-jorn, and stroll my toddler through the parking lot. I can't imagine holding him by the hand and walking him. What if he wants to pull away from me? and then....Well, you get the picture. Crazy, right? Not to mention the great distance my little toddler would assume we were walking towards. JAPAN!
Everything works like a charm until I get to the part with the stairs. "OKAY", I said. This is going to be a LITTLE more challenging then I thought. I ask the sweet girl behind the desk, "what shall I do with my stroller?" She suggested to leave it at the bottom of the stairs by the side entrance, where if anyone decides they need a stroller, they can just help themselves to mine. "fine", I said. I proceeded to walk up the stairs with my baby in my pack, and my toddler by the hand. By the way, he had a great time climbing those stairs. What is it with toddlers and stairs? We finally made it to the top of Mount Everest, I drop off the babies at the daycare facilities, and everything is working A-OK, thus far. I workout for about an hour, then go fetch the children. Well, when I get there, my toddler acts like he hasn't seen me in YEARS and decides to climb up me like a little monkey, which is fine by me, but, there is only room for one in my pack, and I still have baby no.2 to deal with. So, of course, he has the biggest fit, and cradles my leg for dear life! At that moment, I remember wanting to twitch my nose to get us where we needed to be... HOME!
Thank goodness for the sweet girl who offered to carry my toddler down the stairs with me. I can only imagine what I looked like to her. Something out of National Geographic, I'm sure!
