But I'm also a parent AND an athlete. Which means that some of my workouts happen on a treadmill or a trainer out of necessity. But if you're a parent, you know that bathroom time is more valuable than all water in Texas right now.
So, basically, I'm that woman at the gym that takes twenty or thirty minutes in the shower because I can. Because I know that the daycare people (who are a gift from god in her infinite wisdom)
You could call it hiding from the destroyer of worlds who is walking this earth as the damn cutest little boy I've ever seen. And you could call it avoiding the independent little girl that is going to ignore what I tell her and do it her own way (which, I imagine is a product of my own "There isn't anything you can't do if you set your mind to it). You could.
I call it maintaining my sanity. It's the only way I get to wash my hair and my armpits without slipping on the floor out of the shower to breakup the "MOMMY (S)HE STOLE MY TOY/SNACK/UNDERWEAR!" that comes about 3.2 nanoseconds after I step into that glorious hot water.
I honestly can't figure out how a 45 minute run on a treadmill turns into a two hour visit to the gym, but I come out of there with a good workout and my ability to smile while the three year old throws a tantrum because the six year old has her fingers in her ears and isn't listening to him but is yelling because he is crying. Seriously, I laugh at that crap because it's damn funny even if it frustrates the living hell out of me when it happens. There isn't a whole lot you can do in public nowadays to discipline them except lean over and whisper in their ears about what's going to happen to them when they get home.
But going to the gym and taking my time gives me that ability to maintain my calm.
I've just signed my youngest up for preschool, so in the fall, I'll have a half dozen hours a couple times a week without the hellspawn. I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with myself, but I imagine I'll be able to get outside more to workout, and use my own shower more, rather than take all my nice shower products to the gym. I imagine I'll get to shave my legs more than once a week. I imagine that I'll get to see some of my friends again, go running or riding with my friends again, and I won't have to figure out what to do with the kids so I can do it. And then, I'll be able to shower or pee without world war three starting outside the bathroom door.
Ya know? The three year old is almost always doing something that has me laughing, and the six year old is so curious about everything in the world that it's fun to learn with her.
I sure will miss them.