I've always been a excercise person. Well, ever since after college when I realized I couldn't eat whatever I wanted anymore without doing some sort of physical activity. I am actually one of those people who enjoys working out, most of the time. I did it through all three of my pregnancies and I tried to pick it up as soon as I could after each of the girls was born. It's not always easy to find the time though, and it got harder after each baby. I try to do it when one or two of them are down for naps so I only have to find something for Sonya to do, but lately Lana has been awake too. So they will usually color or sometimes watch TV, (most likely Mickey). I will go to my bedroom and do a workout DVD while they do something in the living room. Then at some point I have to stop to break up a fight, or make another party hat, or change a diaper. So as I said, a half hour work out can turn into an hour. Sure I could get up early and do it before they wake up, and I do try to do this when I can, but it doesn't always work. First of all I have to be up by 5:30am in order to get anything in before G wakes up at 6:15. Now 5:30am is nothing to some people. My parents, for example, are up, worked out, showered, had breakfast and ready to take on the world by that time. They did not pass on that crazy morning gene to me, however. So on more than one occasion I will hit the "off" button when the alarm wakes me up at that unGodly hour. Hence I have to work out mid morning with interruptions.
One morning, last week, Georgia was down for her nap, and Sonya and Lana were doing some painting. I had bought some 'window paints' the day before and they were supposed to paint something on wax paper, let it dry then peel it off and stick it on window surfaces. It was washable paint, or at least that's what I had been informed of when I bought them. The girls were happily working away at the table and Lana was strapped in so I figured all was good. (Apparently I never learn. ) I went off to let Bob from 'The Biggest Loser' kick my ass into shape for the day. After about 10 minutes, Sonya got bored and wanted to watch something. I stopped the DVD and went to help her. Then I went back to the ass kicking. It was about another 10 minutes or so when I heard Lana yell.
"Mommy I dooonnnee! I get dooowwn!"
I stopped the DVD once again and went to get her down. When I saw her I realized I wasn't getting back to my DVD for a while. She had blue paint all over her hands and up her arms. At some point she turned the window paints into finger paints and it was all over her and the table. "No biggie, " I thought "it's washable right?" I think someone needs to define that word, because to me it means you can get it off by just running water over it. Maybe a bit of soap. I guess washable to the girl in the store meant something else. I washed Lana's hands and arms about 3 times before giving up and deciding that she was just going to be part smurf the rest of the day. The table managed to clean up okay and thankfully I had a bib on her so nothing got on her clothes. The bib wasn't so lucky, however, but most of our bibs look terrible at this point, so no big deal there. I sent her in with her sister to watch some TV and put the paints away. It was about 20 minutes before I finally got back to my workout. I know Bob wondered where I had gone all that time, but I promised him that tomorrow I would channel my parents and be up my 5:30am.