Something I Hope I Never Have to Do Again (& Something that I Will Most Definitely Do a Million More Times)

So yesterday I hit the gym. Willingly and enthusiastically. Weird, right? This is the thing from my title that I will continue to do with the hopes of getting my old body back (or something resembling me minus the excess left-over baby belly that's been hanging around my middle since little man was born 2.5 years ago). It really wasn't as traumatic as I imagined. Which is a relief. I used the gym in my complex as opposed to a big chain gym so that immediately guaranteed me that I wouldn't encounter too many other people. Which was the case. About 15 minutes into my workout, a man came in and did his thing. I paid no mind to him with the hopes that he politely refrained from looking at my big 'ol roll of post-baby fat. I did about 40 minutes on the treadmill and was not too sweaty at the end. Also, I was not as out of shape as I assumed I would've been. I did not get winded or out of breath. So while I would like to be a 3-4 day worker-outer, my schedule only allows for 2 days of gym time. I'm okay with that. I can handle that. And hopefully it will make some kind of dent in things.

Moving along to the thing I hope I will never have to do again...

They say a picture speaks a thousand words so look closely at the mouse above clad in purple and green. His name is Chuck E Cheese. And yesterday we took my son to his franchise for the first time. Holy insanity! Kids everywhere. Noise out of control. The place was packed so maybe my impression would have been greatly different had we gone on a less-popular day of the week. I have no idea. My son loved it though, so he happily passed another rite of childhood. I, on the other hand, was left frazzled and anxious. My husband (bless his heart) is definitely more parental when it comes to things like an overflow of loud kids and he definitely is the more patient parent. He blissfully chased our son around, playing with him at the various video games/ball tosses that were so close together I thought I was going to have a panic attack. He got a little bit out of control when it came to toting around his plastic cup of tokens. He insisted on carrying them and they kept spilling all over. Again, my saintly husband didn't miss a beat. He just picked them all up and continued this odd game of follow-the-toddler around Chuck E Cheese.

I'm convinced that Chuck E Cheese is some kind of twisted version of Disney World. I mean they both have a mouse as a mascot and to some degree games and rides. But the overpopulation of kids all crammed into a relatively small space was just making me want to throw all his tickets into the air and run out of there as fast I could. I'm thinking of making Chuck E Cheese a father-son activity.