after moaning and groaning, a mom finally gets her act together about an extended home-time period.
Monday to Friday my child looks at me as the incarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West+her flying monkeys all rolled into one. Weekends I do the same to him when he gets up before I want him to. Cue Elton John singing 'Circle Of Life' in the background.
Today I walked on all fours. In an extremely ungainly manner. Bum in the air, hands flat on the ground doesn't do it for me. And also makes me appreciate the load my feet carry. My trainer occasionally gets his peeps to do various animal-walks. Red's come back all winded doing a duck walk and apparently... Continue Reading →