I really do not enjoy going to Adventure Boot Camp. I really can’t even fake interest – Kennith can vouch for that.
But I drag myself literally kicking and whining to boot camp at least three times a week. Okay, sometimes only twice.
I was busy driving there last night and wondered to myself how I could explain to anyone how I – the most unmotivated person with regards to exercise - stays motivated enough to go to ABC, when I really do not enjoy it. Then it came to me – like a little high pitched voice out of the darkness.
It happened like this.
I am lying semi-asleep on my left side, with the duvet sort of pulled haphazardly over my body. I have a nightshirt on that has ridden up a bit – as does tend to happen as one sleeps. I am not trying to start a cheap sex blog here, I am merely trying to assist you to picture the scene from the safety of your home.
So there I am lying, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep. I know the kids are moving around the house. I really do not know why people think there is a pitter-patter of little feet in a house with kids, it is a more like the sound of a stampede 0f wildebeest. Any-the-how, I digress.
So there I lie, with just the right amount of saliva dribbling out of the corner of my mouth. <Too much and it wets the pillow and wakes you up, just enough moistens your lips so they do not go all dry and crispy when you first yawn.>
I hear the distinct whisper of Georgia standing behind me.
Georgia: “Hello mommy” <I can hear her smiling – she is such a happy little thing.>
Me – substituting until real mommy arrives: “Hello my love ….”
Georgia: “Are you sleeping mommy?”
Me: “Not so much sweetie…”
Georgia: “Mommy when I am big, will I be as big as you?”
Me: “errr, I think so sweetie, you are already such a big girl …… please go and watch tv with your brother like a big girl.”
Georgia: ” Mommy…”
Me: “Yes Georgia bear….”
Georgia: “When I am big, will I have a big bum like you?”
And now I have a mantra forAdventure Boot Camp …