I Work-out?

An Honest Review of the Dailey Method

There is nothing quite as humbling as signing up for an elite work-out class in Suburbia.  I'm not saying that like it's a bad thing.  Humbling experiences are cathartic for the psyche.  I'm not in terrible physical shape.  I walk everywhere.  I do yoga 3 days a week.  I am from good strong Polish stock and although I'm short, I'm not at all waify.  But this class is filled with strong, beautiful, albeit high-maintenance women.  These are the kind of women who do their hair BEFORE they work-out.  Seriously.  They wear rarely repeated, expertly coordinated, brand-name (and I don't mean Gap) yoga attire that is not only skin tight but has gaps and mesh exactly where I have love handles and a slight muffin top; the kind of women who actually procure spots in the front with mirror visibility and do cardio in the morning BEFORE they come to class.

Playing Ferris

Quite a few times, I've sent an email that goes something like this,

"I realize that your offspring spent hours in our home yesterday.  If your children come home with tales of my children not being in school today, please relax, there is no need to stock up on Clorox wipes and brace yourself for the worst.  You are not about to catch anything, unless mental illness is contagious."

I don't usually keep the kiddos home completely gratuitously, but that said, I do keep them home when they are over-tired, fighting a cold, have bad allergies (like today), a headache, out of sorts, didn't sleep well, or just need a break.  I'll be honest, I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.  Who ever does in parenting?!  I guess we'll see eventually, and my gut tells me this is the right thing (my gut is usually right, unless referencing my original instincts on my DH).  

In my mothering defense, I don't let them stay home whenever they want, this isn't a weekly or monthly occurrence (anymore-- maybe tri-mester-ly?); I don't pathetically give in after they have begged and pleaded.  They can ask, they can state their case, but if they whine or ask again, the answer is always no. I do have some other questions that I internally debate before finalizing my decision...

Leave a Message at the Tone

(Quote attributed to "Marilyn Monroe" & picture not by me)

I just can't get over how AMAZING Pinterest is!  I've found so many inspiring ideas and I just love every minute of it.  I could look and laugh and dream for hours.  I just learned that one can prolong the life of mascara?!  Generally mascara dries out before it empties.  By putting 2 eye-drops into the container and swirling it around, the mascara will become like new again!  I just did it the other day and the result is amazing, it isn't quite the same but totally better than buying a new tube!  Apparently this can be done 3 times and I'm pretty sure at this point I've lost all of my male readers (which actually turns out to be kind of a high number; I have a couple of friends and family members who's husband is a more faithful follower than their wife / my friend / my sister).  Anyway, if there are any die-hard men still reading, I really would stop.  You won't like this and you'll probably look at me funny in the future.