I snuck out of my room this morning dressed in work out clothes and ready to get some exercising done before the children awoke. I had not even made it to the top of the stairs (five feet away) before Little Man was at my legs. "Kiwi! Mommy's awake!" It's like he had just been staring at my door waiting for me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly annoyed. I had really wanted some alone time and to get in a work out before facing the day.
It was not meant to be. The alone time. I was still determined to get some sort of workout in before Mason woke up.
You can only watch a cupcake p.j. clad pre-schooler trying to do jumping jacks for so long, however, before you start to smile and then outright laugh (which leaves you a little winded when you are doing jumping jacks of your own).