I had been trying to coerce the hubby to take a Body Combat class with me at the gym for a loooong time. He doesn't usually take classes, but he he finally agreed to come to the class with me last night. My favorite instructor teaches on Monday nights. She makes the class so fun, so I wanted him to take her class if he was going to go.

So last night, he was all ready and even excited about it. I even introduced him to the instructor when we were waiting for the previous class to finish up so we could walk into the room. Music is on, class starts. Not even 2 minutes in, one of the ladies from the kids area comes in and taps him on the shoulder. The little one needs a diaper change. He left the class to take care of it, and afterwards came back to tell me that she had a diaper accident and we needed to leave because we did not have a change of clothes. I usually keep an extra outfit for her in my diaper bag, but last night I just happened to not have one because on Sunday we had to change her outfit while we were out. Aaaargh. So, home we went, without either of us getting a workout. It might have been a blessing in disguise, however, because the little tyke was beat. She went right to sleep when we came home and put her to bed.

Well, we will try next week for the class. And I am getting my butt to the gym this morning! Dreadmill today. Or maybe elliptical. But I get to listen to Jillian's podcast, which will help keep me entertained and motivated.