Popsicles, then bath time, then bed time, then my time.
I noticed that half of my 10 on 10 posts are food related. I feel that sufficiently sums up my day. I really do spend half my time eating, if I’m not eating then I’m thinking about what I’ll be eating next.
While Mabel naps I’ll catch everybody up on her first gym class this morning. It was a bust. All she wanted to do was slide and jump on the trampolines, but those were off limits. She was also the only girl in the class that was not dressed like a baby prostitute. Think crushed velvet leotards with rhinestones and lace and animal prints. And, I swear to god, two little girls had on full make-up. Yikes! We probably won’t be going back for a second class. We’ll just have to make due with jumping on the bed and going to the pool this summer.
The other thing I hated about gym class were the other mothers. I don’t mean I hated them personally, I just hated how awkward and uncomfortable I got around them. I just couldn’t relate to these women in their Ann Taylor blouses and pastel capri pants. One of them asked me if I was Mabel’s nanny, I guess because of my lack of wedding ring. Ugh. All I could think about were inappropriate stories, like how I got the nickname Donkey (peed on a couch) and fart jokes. Thankfully, I didn’t share either of these, I just kept my mouth shut and waited for 11:00 to come.
Oh, and at the end of the class they had the kids sing-a-long to a song and dance. The song was called “Spaghetti Mash”. So of course Mabel expected to get some spaghetti, you can’t just say spaghetti around her and not produce any. Who do these people think they are?