Tuesdays are always an adventure. We have to pick up the kids and get home by 5:45 because CD has a conference call at 6pm. Since I have to amuse the kids and cook dinner anyway, I thought watching the workout might distract them. It's new. It's novel. What the hell.
This was not a good idea. The problems were as follows:
- Eleanor thought I should be holding her the whole time.
- If I wasn't going to hold her, I should let her sit on me during the ab bits.
- And if I was standing she should be able to weave through my legs.
- Penguin thought my being on the floor was a perfect excuse to come over and lick my face.
The only thing funnier than watching me try to shred was watching Oliver try to do jumping jacks or kick his own butt. If we ever try this again I'm setting up the video camera and putting it on him.
There is a up side. I remembered to wear shoes.