I had really bad PMS two weeks ago, and I needed chocolate. Needed it in a really medicinal way. So, I started eating bags of chocolate chips whenever I wanted and making cookie dough and generally ignoring My Fitness Pal. And you know what? No difference. The two weeks before that, I was logging in everyday and eating only my 1200 calories and whatever exercise calories I managed to accrue. And you know what? NO DIFFERENCE. SO, I mean, gah. (The other day I was walking to my parking garage at work, and I literally bumped into a sandwich board that said "WEIGHT WATCHERS MEETS HERE" with a huge arrow. Maybe it is a sign. I mean, yes, it was actually a sign, but I mean a figurative sign, too. And no, Weight Watchers doesn't meet in the parking garage-- it's in the basement of the building next door. And maybe the sign is that I need to stop texting and walking.)
I was looking through old pictures the other day, and can you believe that 2 years ago, I had a baby Dorothy's age (Cooper) and was PREGNANT? Holy cow.
This is the first time since I have been married that I don't actively want more babies . Everybody says you can feel when your family is complete, and I so totally get that now.
While Cooper has Little Gym, I sit on the floor outside the gym and build blocks with Dorothy (that girl is so into her Melissa and Doug stacking blocks, which is wonderful because they can be nested and thrown in my world's giantest purse) and watch Cooper through the glass. He is adorable in class-- very serious and capable and excellent at following directions which surprises me because he is way more ADHD than Harrison who actually HAS a clinical ADHD diagnosis. I wonder if once his shyness wears off he will be the troublemaker I think he is destined to become.
Anyway, the point is, while I sit there in babyland, there are 4 older moms who are all there watching their youngest kids in class. Their youngest kids are all about a year or so older than Coop, who just barely made the age requirement for the class (3-5 y/os), and they all seem to be right around 4-5 years older than I am. They are a different breed than the moms I know who are all still in the thick of it. They are, as a group, just a bit thinner, better dressed, and more made up. They always get to class with dry hair and done faces, and when they wear (Lulu) workout gear, they also have that just-did-yoga-glow. One of them was talking about leaving her kids with friends and grandparents next week because she and her husband are off to Paris. No one has to rush home for nap screaming along to the radio and wrenching her shoulder to reach behind her and jostle the leg of someone who is almost asleep and who will refuse all naps if she sleeps for just 6 minutes in the car before lunch.
I just am so excited to be one of those women soon.
Speaking of ADHD, at open house, everyone in Harry's class had these on the back of their desks:
First grade work is very important.