For Example: Last night I was up until one catching up with my DVR. Delainey was up at 1:30, then again at 4:30. Kylie was up at 7:15 and Delainey at 7:35. That gives me a grand total of about 6 hours. Which sounds like alot. But when you are alone and waking up every 30 minutes due to the TV that is drowning out scary sounds, its not really 6 hours.
I often get the response from people " You're Tiny" blah blah blah. Okay to you I am a midget, but to my self a year ago, I am HUGE! I have never weighed over 96lbs not pregnant. I joined a gym for a grand total of drum rollll please, thirty six hours! As a mom you would love to work out. So I found a place that had child care,loved the gym aspect, hated the child care. There were 2 women working for well over 20 kids. Within the first hour I had EVER stepped foot in a gym my oldest had been hit in the face by an older boy. Whose to say what else happened seeing as they never informed me of the incident. Needless to say I was done with the gym. I bought a jogging stroller, I absolutely love to jog. Or so I thought. Living in So Cal there are hills among hills among hills. Did I really think I would be pushing 50 lbs up and down hills? I think not!
So here we are back to the drawing board of how on earth this fat kid is going to get back to her normal weight.