|That older kid isn’t cocky, is she? And that one in pink, doesn’t even look like she broke a sweat. Sheessshhhhh.|
Another great idea, that backfired.
Yesterday, I told Shelbi we were going to start running 5 times a week because we’ve been much too languid lately. She said okay, no complaints, and so we ran.
She came home bounced around, sang about how fast she was, and wrestled with her sisters on the floor.
Today, it was raining. Oh well. It’s raining. I guess we can’t run. Darn. I was really looking forward to it. Sike.
Shelbi: Mommy, you ready to go running?
Me: Uuuuuuh, Shelbi. Have you looked outside? It’s raining. We can’t run in the rain.
Shelbi: Yes we can. We can use umbrellas.
Me: Uuuuuuh, no we can’t. That’s just what I need to add to my crazy humped back, Frankenstein leg dragging, hyperventilating form. . . . . . . ..an umbrella. Now I can look like and out of shape monster who runs with an umbrella. No thanks.
Shelbi: Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Come oooooonnnnnnnnnnn, Mooooommmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Let’s go ruuuuunnnnnnnniiiiinnnnnnnggggg! Wah. Wah. Wah. Wah. Wah.
And so, I ran. In the rain. With no umbrella. Slipping and tripping and hyperventilating the whole way. All for the love of this child, who would run so fast that she’s leaves her mother in the dust, and complains for ATLEAST 20 minutes of our exercise routine that I am going soooooo slow. Can’t I speed up? No, Shelbi. No I can’t.
What have I done? Have I created some sort of mutated Jane Fonda Shelbi work out monster? It’s only day two and I was supposed to be making her work out for her benefit. Not mine. I never intended to. . . . . . get in shape.
These durn kids. Always trying to change our lives for the better.