Have we crossed to the other side when I don't have to bargain for an hour of "me time"? As pooped as I was, how could I let them down? Besides, they called my bluff, smart little buggers.
Deep down I knew that yoga class would re-energize me; 40 percent of me really wanted to go; another 40 percent didn't; and the remaining 20 percent needed to be persuaded one way or the other. This is when having training partners can work in your fitness favor. Now, it seems, my own children can help motivate me. I'm still surprised at this new turn of events. After five years of feeling like I have to scrape together time to workout and fight against the mother guilt when I do, apparently it's OK now.
I'm still feeling a little tentative about their enthusiasm for the gym. It's like that first time the baby sleeps through the night and you think that you're free from night-wakings forever. Wrong! I'm sure I'll have to maintain my bribery, er, negotiating skills (which sometimes involve ice cream) but it was nice to have the tables turned, to have them talk me into going to the gym. How fun to think there might be a day in our future when I don't drop them off in the childcare center, but instead have them accompany me during my workout.