Ok so it all starts here....my torture...Bally
I decide that even though I have a very full Saturday ahead of me that I need to get back into my routine of going every morning (but Sunday) for a 40 minute date with pain.
So I'm working it, I'm motivated, I'm sweating like a little piggy, and I look at the clock "Yes!" I have 5 minutes left. Right then I'm interrupted...
"Hi, My name is Tammy and I'm a personal trainer here, are you new to Bally's?"
"No, I've been here for well over a year now...", I pant out.
"Well (glancing at my belly) have you ever had your free session with a personal trainer?"
"Yes"
"Ok, well if you need any help with anything just let me know."
"uh, ok"
"Ok, so do I look like I need help?" I think to myself...
There were lots of other people, why didn't she ask them the same thing?
I know that I look more than just my 6 months prego, and maybe it could be confused for oh, I don't know, a beer belly but
HELLO, DON'T try to talk to me while I'm working out & panting!
AND WHY? Just to annoy the holy dog snot outta me... I don't think so!!!
The best part, She forgot she knows me.
She called me a year ago for an appointment and was very rude and annoyed when I called to tell her that I couldn't go because Tres had a last minute install and no one could watch the kids.
(* loud ominous mommy bear growl*)
So thus began the longest day ever....
Notice that this is "Flag football"...
Notice that my son is taking someone down with a nice fist to the face....
Notice my son not caring and taking off...
Now we are on to the coloring.... Grant soon realizes that the vinyl cups are not ok to push down on... 40 napkins later...
Then we are on to the neighbor's home for sprinklers and volleyball. The swimming pool was not cooperating but the kids still had a blast...
Oddly enough the favorite for the little ones was taking pictures of themselves on the ATVs.
The day then finally ends with Robert coming over to toss the football with Zack and eat an Easter dinner. This pict is the best... and why you ask.... well check out the bottom center....
Notice my son not caring and taking off...I didn't understand why the kid was crying and why we got a penalty
till after I get home and view the picts..... I can only imagine what the parents were thinking.
Zack's explanation, "I didn't even see that happen!" It's like he saying, "People? What people, I only see and end zone....."
Zack was last to get to come out because he gets a 1 minute delay every year
per his official title as : The Egg Vacuum...
Now we are on to the coloring.... Grant soon realizes that the vinyl cups are not ok to push down on... 40 napkins later...Zack puts a face on all of his...
What is wrong with my son? The hose isn't even on but he must see if he can suck out the last few sips of stale tap water anyways...
And thus I did go to sleep a defeated, sun burnt mommy.
I think I dreamed about being stuck on a tropical island with a machine gun....
I just don't know why..........



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