Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Woke up at 5:50 planning to do a quick 10 minute warmup then my Gorilla exercises before showering, packing my lunch (usually done the night before) and heading out to work. Needed to leave by about 7; some time in there for kid stuff.
As I got out of bed my five year old stumbled into my room. He had had an accident. I cleaned him, got him comfortable on the couch just in time for the one year old to start screaming for his morning nurse. Nursed him for ten minutes. Got downstairs, started warming up, when my three year old came crying down the stairs: "Pick me up! Pick me up!" Held him while marching in place then one year old came crying and begging to be held. Tried to put him on my back so I could continue the "workout" but he was having none of that (strange -- he loves to be back carried usually). Continued with two fussy angry kids. Baby got distracted by his doll stroller, which he proceeded to push directly behind me so I tripped over it and him, sending him back into hysterics. Husband finally woke up and took the two littles so I could finish up. 6:50. Scrambled to shower and dress, tore three pairs of stockings, found no veggies in the fridge besides carrots, threw some food together, greeted my other two kids, threw together a fruit smoothie ("Slurpee" they call it) with yogurt for the boys and ran out of the house with a still whiny baby calling after me at 7:15.
Then my six year old opened the front door and called after me to come back because the baby needed another hug.
I yelled back that I had given the baby plenty of hugs that day and he would be okay and kept going.
And now I'm feeling guilty. Guilty for not going back for that last hug. Guilty for not spending the hour hugging and cuddling and caring for those precious little people. I'm NOT feeling guilty for not getting in such a great workout -- that was never the plan for the morning anyway. But the blah workout -- was it really worth the human cost?