It’s true…I’m a little out of shape, um, well, ok, I’m in the worst shape of my life. In my defense, I DID just have our fifth child (OK fine! So it’s been eight and a half months). Still, and even with all that said, I was thinking that I still looked sort of good. That is…until my ten year old offered (or rather insisted) her services as my personal trainer.
DeeDee: “Mommy, I am going to get you into shape, K?!”
Me: “Sure, like a personal trainer?”
DeeDee: “Yes! and you are going to run every weekend and I’ll run with you and we can run around the block a few times.”
Me: “OK, but we have a lot to do this weekend, so not this weekend.”
DeeDee: “Well, Tuesday, after we get the babies laid down, we’ll go.”
Me: “We can’t leave the babies alone in the house and go around the block, DeeDee!”
DeeDee: “Well then, we’ll just run around the driveway lots of times!”
Me: “Ok DeeDee.”
L O N G S I L E N C E (DeeDee deep in thought…and suddenly:)
“DADDY IS GONNA LOVE ME!!!”
