In all my angst about kindergarten, I forgot to do my update for Dolli-Mama's 52 Week Me Time Challenge. I wish I could say that I did something wonderfully exciting this week but alas, I didn't.
The good news is that I made it to the gym a few times this week. I plopped the girls in the childcare and hopped on the machines. It isn't much and it certainly doesn't make for riveting blog content but I am glad that I am doing it. The bad news is my ass is still the size of the Yukon Territory but at least I feel like I accomplished something when I stagger off the treadmill.
When I think back to the first year of the babies' lives, it is hard to believe that I survived with my sanity in check. The exclusive breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, and all the necessary tasks to keep the children alive and the house from imploding made time to myself virtually impossible. I've had so many people come up to me and say the usual line, "I don't know how you do it." The truth is that doing it requires a lot of help and a lot of self sacrifice but I guess that can be our little secret.