workout

So yesterday I was thinking it’d be so great to have time to work out and stuff like that, and then today, baby D and I went to the library and he decided he didn’t want to get into the stroller or walk but wanted me to “ug” him, so then I caved in and carried him home with one arm while trying to push the stroller with the other arm because a couple of days ago he fell and bit himself almost completely through his lower lip which made it all puffy and thus I was an emotional marshmallow who couldn’t say no to my puffy-lipped, furrowy-browed one year old. Don’t you just love when you ask for something and then you get it in a completely whacked way, and as you get older, instead of getting irritated, you actually start to laugh at the hilarity of it all?!