Twice Now

This is twice now that I have had to leave the gym because Layla would not stop crying.  Frustration is not even the word for it.  The sweet day care girl showed up standing next to my treadmill just as Dr Dre was getting real up and real deal Holyfield.  I want to kick things and throw a fit.  Instead I came home and held Davis off of his nap until we could go pick up Waylon.  Now the babies are asleep, the boys are 'dirting' (playing in the dirt) and I am eating chocolate nut clusters in a state of misery.
The good news is I lost 2 pounds this week!  But after wine and junk food all day yesterday I needed the gym today.  Like really NEEDED it.  I had it all planned out, I was going to get on the treadmill and sort out all of my confusing house buying thoughts.  I was going to organize my list of things to buy and bake for shower/wedding season coming up, and I was going to phase into a better organized, non appointment missing mom.  Now I'm just complaining. Hopefully better luck tomorrow...

I did it

I joined the gym.  While Waylon was at preschool, I put the other three in the gym's day care and worked myself out!  Off to the side of the treadmills is a small tv where the inside of the daycare is being filmed, so I can see the kids doing their thing while I run!  I will admit to getting off just once to get a better look at them, but what I saw (Brooks throwing what looked like a big, heavy ball over his head totally careless of where it might land, thus getting yelled at by the babysitter lady) only motivated me to get back on that treadmill and run.  In fact watching the babysitter bounce fussy Davis on her hip while lifting Layla off the slide so she could go down again motivated me to do just about anything but go back and get the kids.  An hour and a half a day of babysitting + all that gym equipment (that I have no idea how to use) = awesomeness!  $50 down + $20/month= awesomeness that is worth every penny and then some.
Today's workout:

1. 2miles in 19 minutes 
2. Legs- 2 machines that I could figure out
3. arms- 3 machines that i could figure out
4. abs- 3 machines that I could figure out
5. 2 miles in 18 minutes
6. walk around, dawdle, chat until my hour and a half is up!

Tomorrow I'm bringing a gym bag and shower supplies and I am showering.  And I am so excited.

Pink Eye

Vanity Note: That nose is enormous

Guess how many kids have pink eye?  None. It's me, I'm it.  I spent the night in Children's hospital with the baby (hospitalized for RSV-rough night- he's better) and kept my contacts in the whole time.  Doing that apparently dried my eyes out and made the contact stick to the eye, making small scratches on my EYEBALL,so that bacteria had an easy entrance point and there we have it.  Five straight days of the ugliest pink eye you've ever seen.  I mean it- I have seen lots of pink goopy eyes, but this takes the cake. This pic was taken on the fifth day, fourth day of antibiotics, and I'm still pink, goopy and swollen.  Needless to say: I threw those contacts out, and will never sleep in contacts again.

Cinnamon Allergy- I believe in you

So the little guy that typically looks like this                                                    
 

Vanity note: bangs are not allowed, they just happen

                                                                                                  Looked like this
So he was dumping spices from their jars into tupperware- I was on the phone and it seemed a harmlessly quiet occupation- until he got to the cinnamon.  His face swelled up like a balloon, and the rash was a rough, raised, red mess.  All because of the dust that he created by moving the cinnamon from one jar to the other!  Now to be fair to Cinnamon, Brooks (kid #2) is an allergist's dream,  and a mother's nightmare in that he is allergic to the dreaded      NUT! So I wasn't super surprised by this new found allergy.  His athsma spiked, but no anaphylactic epi-pen crazyness so it was ok. I didnt even give benadryl, just some good old albuterol.  Poor kid though- no more cinnamon rolls for him.
(I have been resistant to this allergy business from the beginning;  to me Allergies are like Weight Loss without Excercise:  An impossibility.  But as you can see from the title of this post; I have seen the light.  So if weightloss could just show itself I'd be much inclined)