So we started at the gym this week. I was beyond excited to find a place that would accept an 10 week old. I’m allowed to leave her for one hour, which is the perfect amount of time for me to do a class (or so I thought). Unfortunately, Nia isn’t so keen on being in daycare, even if it’s just for one hour. On my first day I chose a Pilates class and was merrily working my core until an employee slaps a sign up on the glass that says “Nia Mom Now”. It wouldn’t have been quite so embarassing if I could have just slipped out, but I didn’t see it and the instructor announced it so everyone could check it out. Definitely a new low in my parenting journey.
I’m no quitter, so back we went on day 2 for another try. This time I’m in Bodypump with 50+ other individuals. I made it a whole 30 minutes before there was a loud knock at the window and a staff member pointed frantically at me. I suppose I should be thankful there wasn’t a sign this time, but it was still painful. I quietly packed up my bar and left to sympathy looks from those who were in my class yesterday. I go down to find her screaming her bloody murder scream, which made it all the more embarrassing. SIGH.
Today I’m giving the staff a break and just attending solo tonight. But by jove, we’re going back tomorrow. I will not be derailed!
On a happier note, I made my first gym friend and we’re having a lunch date next week. At this point my gym membership looks like it won’t be used much for actual working out, so I need to at least make the most of it for social connections. Maybe I can become known as the “Lobby Mom” who no one has ever actually seen working out! :)