Gymnasty

So the new gymnastics schedule is not turning out as good as I had hoped.

Sure, the instructor promised me one on one instruction in a parent taught class because there were no other students enrolled in the class-and last week went off without a hitch- this week there were two other students in the class so I was expected to be out there chasing down the Gavinator and making sure none of the older kids opened a can of backhandspring double flip up on his ass.

The husband bowls on Monday night so it is just me and the kiddos. I have to divide my time between stuffing pretzel rods down the Goose's face and entertaining her "a la Bobo the friggin' clown" AND helping Gavin complete the various gymnastic circuits without front-flipping himself off the trampoline into a major head and neck injury.

Did I mention this was all after 9 hours of work, 40 minutes of driving, nursing the Goose three times, putting away laundry, washing a load of clothes, and preparing dinner for two kids who would rather throw all the food on the floor to the chihuahua than take a measly bite?

Good times.

I'll leave you with this: If you have had two vaginal births and are thinking of doing straddle jumps on a trampoline?

Don't. Do. It.

I repeat: Don't. Do. It.

Don't ask.