3Apr2009: Day 312: Water Aerobics

All I can say is that we are in shock and awe of what’s happening today in our hometown in NY. We feel bad for those families who have now lost family members due to this man and those wondering about their loved ones. It’s weird to see such coverage over here on BBC and even more surprising is that they are saying and spelling the city’s name correctly.

I decided, now that I have a decent swimsuit, to take the water aerobics class after my weight workout. It was actually a pretty intense class. I would definitely go back. What was even nicer was that I knew I wouldn’t have time to go home before I had to pick up Makenna but I would be too early to shower and leave, so I went into the Jacuzzi. It was very relaxing.

Makenna had a chance to go to the park twice today too. The first time was after lunch. I took her to meet up with Hannah and family. It was funny because when we got to the park, she ran towards Hannah (who was also running towards her,) screaming as if she was seeing a lost long friend, even though they just saw each other not even an hour ago at nursery all morning. Then later, when daddy got home and after dinner, he took her again. She really is into being on the swing lately. I had to take her home earlier than planned as she was starting to throw fits that she couldn’t go back on it. Plus, she was getting tired and it was near naptime, and a stinky, messy diaper. After daddy brought her in, she wanted to go back out right away, back to the park.

We were also able to take her little bike to the park. She did better than last time. She kept her feet on the pedals, although not pedaling. Now I just have to get her to steer it properly so that we’re not going into a wall or car.

We also had a much better day. I read a book last night; I think it’s called, “Mother’s Guidebook….” I forget the rest and am too lazy to go upstairs to get it. Anyways, it talked exactly about what I was blogging about yesterday. How I resort to two year old behavior and how I treat her like a 20 year old. It was my “divine intervention” for the night as I was right at the chapter at the right time. I really concentrated on what I blogged about yesterday, in that it’s my choice to exert my patience that God may have given me.

It was also nice to see her face light up so joyfully in seeing her father as he was gone all week. She was just so very excited but she also still cuddled up to me. He treated her by making popcorn – one of her favorites. I saw her later feeding a piece to her dolly and saying, “go on, taste it,” and then making um um um noises as if she was eating it.

It is hard to believe that this was the same girl that I was so angry with yesterday. Not that she was the epitome of wonderful but my attitude definitely has a lot to do with how the day goes and my mood at the end of the day. Now if I can only put this into practice every day instead of a day after feeling like I deserve the “worse mom in the world” award. This, according to the book last night, is the adversary’s way of getting a hold of my psyche—clever, very clever.