My Minute At The YMCA

Today was going to be a great day. I was going back to the Y. After a week of kids being home for various reasons (sickness, too many snow days) they were all going back to school and I was getting out the house.

Before the baby, I used to be an early morning exerciser. I loved getting my workout in before the sun came up and the chaos of the day began. With a new baby it has taken a little bit of juggling. Now I go after I get all the kids out of bed, 3 off to school and Jenna and baby dressed and fed. (A workout in itself)

Today I signed the kids in at the childcare and began my workout. I'm sweating, breathing heavy and pumping iron. It feels great! Then comes the dreaded childcare worker. All moms look as she enters the room. They all wonder, "Is it mine? Am I the one who has to cut her workout short?" We all make eye contact with her waiting for the signal that it is indeed ours. For me it never is. I usually get the shake of the head, then I smile and go back to building muscle and burning fat. This time I got the nod instead of the shake. Ugh! I just got here. What could be wrong? My kids love going to the Y, and they've just eaten their breakfast so they can't be hungry. Then it suddenly dawned on me. . . Jenna.

This morning she'd woken up with a dry diaper, the third day in a row. The thought crossed my mind that if she can stay dry all night surely she can do it during the day. Maybe today I'll try potty training her. So I put her in underwear, get her all excited about going to the potty and forget that unlike the past week I'm actually getting out of the house. So, I follow the childcare worker in and Jenna looks at me, smiles and says proud like, "I went potty." I smile and say, "Yes, Jenna, I can see."

After the shortest workout ever I head back home. Darn! I was so close.