My ass and pants aren’t friends.
JOIN A GYM.
I feel like a fool “running” with the jogging stroller.
JOIN A GYM.
I wanted to do Mommy and Me swim classes.
JOIN A GYM. Assuming they have a pool, of course.
I need to leave the house more.
JOIN A GYM.
I need a teeny break from the 24 hour parenting.
JOIN A GYM. With Child Care.
I need to take better care of myself.
JOIN A GYM.
My legs are pale.
JOIN A GYM. Assuming they have a pool, of course.
I’m tired because I can’t sleep.
JOIN A GYM.
Little A needs to socialize.
JOIN A GYM. With Child Care.
I don’t like talking to people but I need to socialize.
JOIN A GYM. Bring headphones.
I’m bored.
JOIN A GYM.
So I did.
Seriously. What the fuck.
Truth.
Dear #$&!% Baby 
LOL!
Lucky. My 1yr old never transitioned to the childcare. She suddenly got extreme separation anxiety whenever we entered the kidcare room. #$@! baby.
Oh, no! I am dreading the day separation anxiety kicks in. So far, so good….fingers crossed!
My kid has “selective separation anxiety.”
The gym is the devil.
I knoooooow. I hate it so much. And I hate that it’s saving my sanity. The world is broken.
I’d say your first mistake was ever letting joining the gym become an answer!
My favorite ones to judge are the girls in slutty outfits never breaking a sweat!