Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Jillian Michaels Clearly Wants to Kill Me.

My poor little Starfish swimmer can't catch a break. Today, for her third swimming lesson at the outdoor pool, it continues to be cloudy and approximately 60 degrees. Please note that last week the temp was in the 90s all week, and on Friday morning when we went to toddler time at the city pool just for fun (i.e., not for lessons), it was bright and hot by 9 a.m. We got sunburned despite copious SPF 55, and the water felt cool and refreshing. In other words, no one's lips turned blue. Unlike yesterday.

Are you wondering what's up with Genevieve and sleep? There's not much to say. She continues to nap as long as I'll let her each afternoon, sleeping long and hard; I've been trying to be better about waking her up earlier than 4, but it depends on the day, the number of morning tantrums, and the degree of overtiredness present in my household. At night, I continue to do the bedtime routine, and it's generally much later than what was once considered normal in our house: after 8 for sure, and sometimes 8:30 or even later. Still, the girls don't seem to settle down and go to sleep until 9 or 9:30. I can't figure out if this is the curse of summer, or the curse of long naps. At any rate, they play hard all morning and then crash out in the afternoon, and who am I to interfere? Oh yeah--I'm the one sitting in the hallway until 9:15 every night. Sigh.

Well, at least I'm doing the 30 Day Shred; that's something different, right? Sure, this is only my fourth day, and yes, my knees are already questioning the wisdom of this path, but you know me: I like a challenge. Of course, the other night, after I worked out to Hell-On-Wheels-Jillian and her torturous DVD AND ran a few miles, Christopher came downstairs and spied me inhaling an entire giant bowl of homemade buttered popcorn as I protested, "I did the Shred! I ran five miles! I'm STARVING TO DEATH!" And he then commented, "Hey, you know I support you and admire your tenacity, but you and I also both know that in 14 days you're gonna be a broken-down shell, hobbling around like an old lady. You're not 26 anymore, you know!" It's a testament to the fact that we're still compatible after 16 years together and all the stress of parenting the baby-years, that I laughed really hard at him (rather than throwing a sofa pillow at his head).

Lastly, I have some big writing news coming soon. I know, I know--the cliffhanger: so unfair! But I've got a shivery Starfish to get to swimming just now. Stay tuned, and check back tomorrow for all the details. Promise.

1 comment:

Christopher Tassava said...

I just hate to see you suffer. And it's not like you need to do two-a-days - you're pretty healthy and heathily pretty.