I think my daughter tried to kill me.
Maybe not kill me but occupy all my time which means the same in 3 year old brain.
This week, I made a change in my life for the better. I’m FINALLY GOT MYSELF ON AN EXERCISE ROUTINE AND BY ROUTINE, I MEAN DAILY RUNNING AND HEALTHY EATING AND STUFF!
But my daughter said Eff you, Mom.
Eff you and that big monstrosity in the living room that you won’t let me or my brother play on.
Her brother is back in school and she has me all to herself. Playing with toys, sitting side by side with her “school work”, baking and cooking,
just her and me. The Dynamic Duo. Just The Girls. Me and Mini….um…Me.
And speaking of mini, I’m not so much anymore.
I’ve gained approximately 30 lbs as I’ve been dealing with chronic pain these past few years and while I’m not overweight, (my BMI is still okay) I don’t feel good. I’m not strong and am exhausted most of the time. It’s been easier to sit and play LEGOS than go take a walk. Because of this, I’ve had to make a decision. Put exercise into my day to day life or be unhealthy and miserable.
During my alone time with the girl, I’d squeeze in a walk or run, depending on her neediness. In the beginning, she was cool. She’d play about a foot or two away from my machine. When she wanted something, I’d ask for her patience until mommy finished with her current lap. Most of the time, she would respond with “Okay, Mommy”.
But today, she wasn’t having any of that business. Despite our homeschooling activities and getting her toys down so she could play while I started my workout, the little jogblocker reached over and flipped off the switch.
While I was in mid-run.
I did a notsograceful skippity-step and planted both feet on the sides of the machine and I think, after I regained a regular heartbeat, I yelled at her. She gave me a sheepish look. That type of look that says yeah, that was intentional but I didn’t really want to hurt you…are you hurt, Mommy?!? Since I believe in my heart that she’d never meant harm, I got off the treadmill and apologized. We hugged and tickled and I smothered her in sloppy kisses.
You don’t like the treadmill, do you?
She shook her head.
it’s okay. You don’t have to like it but it’s going to help mommy get healthy again. I need to use it more often and that’s going to take up some of our play time but I’ll still able to do things with you. Promise!
Now, is it okay to flip off the switch when Mommy or Daddy is on it exercising?
It’s really not, sweetie, and super dangerous. I could’ve been hurt pretty bad. Let’s not do that again.
After more cuddles and kisses, I went back on the losingmylbs machine and she went back to telling Flynn Rider to be nicer to Rapunzel. In other words, back to our routine. Hopefully now, she will see that nothing can take away my time with her.
And I won’t think she’s trying to kill me again.
Until the next interruption that affects our playtime. Like binge watching.