It's no mystery that the children and I are in poor shape. Chris and I have been lamenting for a long time about how to get the kids out of the house and get some serious exercise on a daily basis. They need it... I need it.
Yesterday I made them get off their can and gave myself a big kick in the pants as well. We put our sneakers on and walked. Hard. We walked west until 15 minutes were up and then limped back.
This morning it was raining and cold but I was not deterred! I got up early, got the kids up, we put on our sneakers and went to the mall before it opened and walked. 30 minutes.
After that we made a quick stop at Wal-mart for ink pads since it was still too early for Michael's (SHOCK! We're out of the house, done exercising, and shopping before most stores are even open!) and then with renewed vigor headed home to start school work.
You're jealous of me. Go ahead and say it. Wait... don't let your green eyed demon out yet.
So we're having our lessons and the WHINING and the GRUMPING and the LAYING ONE'S FACE DOWN ON THEIR BOOK and the YAWNING. They were exhausted. T2 actually fell asleep in his math book. I sent him to bed where he promptly fell back to sleep.
Now the day that was supposed to be an early start will be a late start because who knows when T2 will get up and be sociable.
We'll adjust to this eventually right?
And they wonder why people don't stick with an exercise regime!