Who’da thought it– my youngest son is beating the pants off of everyone else in the Be Active Challenge. I thought my two hours of tennis (don’t tell my husband) a couple of days per week would kick me up, but the little snot (in the loving way that only a mother can describe her child) takes gym every day at school, has started baseball practice, and has the nerve to play outside. It’s a good thing I’m not competitive.
Good thing his stomach hurt today and he had to come home from school early. Ha! No gym and no playing outside for him. Oh, I’m not being supportive, am I? Maybe it’s because picking him up from school meant I didn’t get to work out either! But I’m keeping this all in perspective. Really.
