To that end, I hauled my far too curvy self out of bed Monday morning to get to the 9:15 kickboxing class. It's a busy time, and a bit tricky since there are a lot of people there who know I'm an instructor (read: I can't slack off), but I figured if I hit the early class I could get to phototherapy and then on to my errands and then I'd have several hours to put my head down and plow through at least a portion of the insane amount of housekeeping that needs doing. I'm still not caught up from the kitchen remodel, and the everyday chores just keep piling up on top of that. Not fair, I tell you!
Anyway, I was all set to take the class. 9:13 rolled around. No babysitter in sight. Three members ushered their children to the babysitting room in the back. 9:15 - five kids in the back. 9:17 - I caught Trish's eye and told her I'd mind the kids until the babysitter showed.
Fast forward to an hour later. Class was over. As the moms collected their children, they thanked me for pinch-hitting. I smiled and assured them it was no problem, but seriously... dammit!!! By this time I was supposed to be on my sweaty, pathetically out of shape way. Still, three of the five kids were hands-down great. And one little girl, Madeline, was a bit shy, but totally warmed up when I suggested we read some books (y'know that may well be my superpower: engaging children through stories). Once the Seuss started, she was on my lap, grinning up at me and fully into turning pages and commenting on the illustrations. Mind, she bailed on me once her mom came over to take her back into the gym proper during abs, but still... it was lovely while it lasted. There was one little boy made of equal parts rosy apple cheeks and scowly 'tude. Now, I'm not a mom, nor do I have vast amounts of experience with young children. So I may have been out of line when, after he again tried to grab a toy from a toddler, I said, "You're in a room full of toys. Abby's playing with that one. Go pick another." He scowled and fussed and was clearly not happy that I was unmoved. Too freakin' bad, dude.
Anyway, I ended up taking the later class (which was excellent) and wasn't on the road to the dermatologist's office until nigh on noon (which was not so excellent). By the time I got back home, I managed to get in a bit of gardening, forty five minutes on the treadmill, two loads of laundry and prep for dinner.
Not to go all Dollhouse, but I'm not being my best.
Tomorrow, I will:
work out twice (kickboxing and treadmill or weights)
dig into Kath's novel
write ten pages (probably the current story)
sort through cookbooks
update payment info for County Waste and Cablevision
thoroughly clean the living room/dining room
figure out what I'm cooking for the after-rehearsal shindig this weekend
schedule car maintenance
please stop laughing