Month: October 2006 (Page 3 of 3)

Lately I’ve been going to two great exercise classes that are being held at our church. We’ve got a “turbo -jam” type kick boxing class on Tuesdays, and a yoga/pilates class on Thursdays. I enjoy the classes (when they are done, at least), although there has not been any weight loss from this increase in exercise (not like on the biggest loser, where people lose 10 pounds in one week! I guess if I worked out three or four hours a day with a trainer and only ate 1200 calories I could lose a lot in a week, too. But alas, I live in the real world, not a tv show.) I’m just experiencing sore muscles every day after. I feel very old and rickety as I walk down the stairs first thing in the morning. But I like that feeling that I actually worked some of my lazy muscles. Some of which, I’ve never really known were there, even.

The only problem I’m having with these classes is….well…..my underwear. Don’t laugh, I’m serious. After a couple of classes of sweating profusely, I decided I was going to have to change out of the special mormon underwear and avoid the extra layer of clothing that is getting soaked with sweat. Lots of the others (not everyone, but most) are in their cute sports bras and fun little layers of tank tops like they actually work out more than once or twice a week. Not that I have to dress like they do to fit in, I just think I’d be more comfortable in some more supportive and less sweat inducing underclothing. I have a sports bra that smashes everything in. Not very comfortable, though. I’d like to find a new one but haven’t wanted to take the time to try on multiple sports bras. It’s like getting into a straight-jacket trying those things on, don’t you think? But I realized I don’t have any actual undies. I had to go and buy some underwear. Oh, the choices. There’s tons and tons of colors, styles, and what’s with the sizing? I was overwhelmed and frankly, I just didn’t want to sift through all those panties to try to find something to wear to work out. I bought some that I hoped would fit and brought them home. I wore them this week, and felt a lot cooler, but weird. I guess it’s just something you have to get used to again. Like when I first started wearing garments, that felt funny, and now it feels funny to not wear them. But I guess if I’m going to make exercise a habit, I’m going to have to adapt to the exercise wear, underwear included.

A very long time, indeed, when you’ve got six 3-year olds at your house for playgroup. But if that’s the price I have to pay for 5 other week with two hours of freedom, then I will suck it up and host playgroup.

But, we survived intact. No major injuries to speak of, and all the children left happy (returning to their happy refreshed mommies who also enjoyed the last two hours.

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And on a completely unrelated topic, I have a special talent. When I’m feeling down about myself and can’t think of anything good to say or think about me, I will remember this talent. When people are talking about unusual skill or talent, I can now pipe right up. My talent? I am an exceptionally fast showerer. I know. You are so totally impressed! Yesterday, I got out of exercise class at 10:40. John’s preschool ends at 11:00. I had 20 minutes to run home, strip out of my sweaty clothes, take a shower (I even shaved my legs), dry, get dressed and get back to pick up John by 10:59. Yes, I was impressed with my abilities, too. No, I didn’t say my hair was dry or my makeup was on, but I was dressed in something other than a bathrobe, and I made it there ON TIME to pick him up. I know you wish you were as talented as me! What secret talents do you have?

Today my Natalie is 8. I can’t believe it. How well I remember when she was born. Just a couple weeks after a fun road trip to Ger’s wedding. Mich, Mel and Sharm hauled their fat pregnant friend to Tahoe for a fun weekend. Then, on her due date, Miss Natalie was born. All 9 pounds 13 ounces, posterier, no epidural, 20 minutes in the hospital until her birth of her. My unplanned natural birth. How could I forget? She’s a joy to have in our family. She’s a singer, an actor, a fun little spunky kid.

The kids and I just gave her breakfast in bed–a tradition around here–and gave her her presents. She was thrilled with a new tomagatchi, pink soccer chair, scripture case for her new scriptures that Grandma gave her, and shoes. Megan gave her a 24 inch doll that she’s had in her closet for a long time but doesn’t play with it, and she knew Natalie wanted it, and Cole gave her all his Amber Brown books. Recycled presents are still presents.

On Saturday we had a “small gathering of friends”, and I took the girls over to my friend Kathy’s to ride horses. They had a great time!

They were all decked out in their bandanas and hats (party favors) and each got a turn on a horse.

Even Mom had a turn. I think they all had a fun time!
(other than Ryan, who says our horsiness affected his allergies and made him miserable for two days)

So, Happy Birthday, Natalie! We love you!

Since today is General Conference and we don’t have to go to church, it’s sleeping in day around here. My sleeping in goes something like this:

5:30-Ryan gets up to get some cough medicine. Why he had to tell that, I’m not sure. I’m not sure if he was coughing or just couldn’t sleep. I’ll ask him when he gets up. At this time, since I’ve been woken up, I realize I have to go to the bathroom, but I don’t want to get up, because then I couldn’t really pretend I was sleeping, so I just ignore it and go back to sleep.
Sometime in here I dreamed the entire production of “Once upon a Mattress.” Having never seen that show, my subconscious made the whole thing up, but still it was nice to see a play, even if it was in my sleep.
7:02-Cole comes in and whispers “Mom,” (do they think it won’t wake you up quite as much if they whisper in your ear progressively louder until you answer?) “Can I play on your computer?” Not wanting to think of reasons why not, I say yes.
7:29-John comes in and climbs in our bed, wedging himself between us so he can get a handhold of my hair. Since I REALLY have to go to the bathroom by now, I get up and do that.
7:31-When I come out of the bathroom, John jumps up out of bed and is very happy that I’ll get him breakfast now.
7:32-We mosey downstairs and get John some breakfast–Captain Crunch is the cereal of the day.
7:34-I drag myself back upstairs and into bed. It’s sleep in day, for heaven’s sake.
7:45-John is back, and wants a drink of milk, he says. He climbs back into our bed and says he’s cold. He’s probably cold because his pajama bottoms are wet, from a diaper that needs to be changed. I ask John to go and get me a diaper, which he does, an then I change him. I take off his pajama bottoms and off he goes to find new pants.
7:50-John comes back with pants and wants me to help him put them on him.
8:10-John comes back and asks if he can play with Natalie’s new Bratts pony car. I tell him he’ll have to ask Natalie.
8:20-John climbs on me holding the new Bratt’s pony car, which is stil halfway in the box (darn those silly twist ties!) and asks Dad if he can get it out of the box. I tell him that dad is still sleeping and I can do it. So, I undo all those twist ties and get the silly thing out of the box.
8:30-I must have fallen asleep again sometime in here, and I dream that I’m driving to meet my parents at some reservoir around Heber. But my brakes are bad and I’m having a hard time driving. I finally call them to ask where exactly we are supposed to meet, because I’m there at the lake and dont’ see them. Weird dream.
8:55–Jenna comes and asks me if she can have a package of care bear fruit snacks since in her words “Nobody has even made me any breakfast!”. Ugh. I guess it’s time to get up and make the pancakes and eggs that I promised them.

And I’m well rested because, as anyone can see, I slept in.