All of my days are starting to run together and I'm finding myself thinking more and more that I should just give up on this stay-at-home business and go work somewhere far, far away from my kids. Don't judge me. Sleep deprivation makes me a desperate person. I must get a break from the children.
So this morning, I decided to take control of my own destiny. I packed up the kids and drove to the Y to fill out the necessary paperwork. I just couldn't take it anymore. The crying, the whining, my lack of sleep ... I can't take it. Not one more day.
I went ahead and signed Husband up, too. He needs exercise. He will probably never, ever go to the gym, but at least the opportunity is there if
Once I was back home and finally got the baby to sleep I was looking at the website and made a discovery that literally caused me to gasp and clap my hand over my mouth: there's a masseuse at the gym here.
I can literally drop off my kids, get a massage, attend an exercise class, and pick my kids up again. Although ... they may not recognize their mommy when I return. It's been a LONG time since I didn't look a bit crazy out of the eyes. Also, it's possible that the massage services are meant primarily for the geriatrics who are members there. Do I care? Not one bit.