What do you get when your 16-month-old son digs through the recycle bin and finds a Fage Greek yogurt container with just enough honey in it to coat his legs along with patches of the kitchen floor, then sets his sights on a bag of quinoa, which he holds upside down to watch the tiny kernels rain down around him?
A homemade human bird feeder.
It was a spectacular mess.
True, the mess would not have happened if I had been watching him. But I was just trying to get one more thing done to finish the book (as you read this "Hot (Sweaty) Mamas: Five Secrets to Life as a Fit Mom" is in the hands of our editor!). Because I was so entrenched in writing and editing I had surrendered my workout for the day.
Mostly my blog focuses on how our sweet little children can make workouts more difficult; sometimes they even prevent us from sweating altogether. But not today's post. When I walked in on The Boy smearing his honey-quinoa paste on the floor I took to the task of cleaning up and came to my senses about being productive. I was also, as you might expect, a little bit annoyed. The Boy's efforts seemed a round-about effort to get me to the gym to use my time more wisely. He knew what mommy needed: Cardio Kick Boxing and free childcare.