A Wonderful Weekend, or…?

So Jim is away this weekend…he just left this morning for his yearly golf outing with his best bud and my Uncle and Cousins.  It’s an overnight thing, so it will be the first time that I am all alone with the girls for more than 24 hours.  I think we’ll be okay because it won’t be much different from when he is home…but I know there is a period of time during the weekend when I will be exhausted and ready for him to come home.  I handle most, not all, of the child rearing duties anyway so I know that won’t be overwhelming to me, but I need that adult contact, the daily support of my husband, and the break that nightly “wrestle fest” (Yes, we have those even in an all girl house!) with dad provides.

I’m trying to keep a positive attitude…planning fun things for the girls and I to do. And I’m sure the weekend will fly by.

In other news, I tried to get on the treadmill yesterday morning. Our treadmill is in the basement so I took all of the girls down there with me. I’d like to say that everything went smoothly for the 40 minutes that I was plugging away down there, but it was frustrating.

We have toys and stuff down there so there should be plenty to keep the girls occupied, but they still found a way to grate on my nerves…the problem really isn’t the girls, it’s me, tied to the treadmill.  Of course Olivia had to go to the bathroom and wouldn’t go upstairs by herself, so I had to argue with Jordan to go up with her…Then Ava and Jordan wanted to play with Bratz dolls so I gave them permission to go upstairs and get a few, but 10 minutes later they still weren’t back. I’m having visions of overflowing toilets, spilled juice, crayon marks on walls, a hurricane blowing through the playroom that I just straightened, and/or cuts and bruises requiring first aid. All the while, I’m screaming my head off so that my voice will carry to the upstairs and huffing and puffing on the treadmill at the same time…”Here we are, Mom!” 15 minutes later…”What took so long?”  “Well we had to dress our dolls!” Gah!  Just get down here where I can see you!!! Also, Miss Chloe was well behaved…she did sleep through most of the workout but had to have Passy reinserted twice. I made Jordan do it and she pouted because “why do I have to do EVERYTHING?” Uh…maybe  because it’s hard for mommy to do everything and walk/jog at the same time.

I made it through the workout, but I know the novelty of following mom to the basement is going to wear off in a New York Minute and then I’m going to be stressed out wondering what everyone is up to while I’m working out. This is not the kind of “sweat” I want to build. Seriously my blood pressure boiled a couple of times during this first work out…There has to be a better way…short of locking them all up in a soundproof booth.