Helena is in a very clingy phase. I mean that literally. I often feel like a momma-Koala Bear. I'm starting to look like one too. So yesterday I woke up and said, "Today I'm going to the gym." Normally I reserve my gym trips for the weekend when Denver can play the roll of Momma. But on this particular morning I looked down at my waistline at one point and it was eerily reminiscient of one Miss Helena-Beana's. Babies are cute when they're fat. I'm not.
I dropped her off at the gym day-care, I took a swim and hopped out exhilerated and ready for a steam and shower. It was right then that the pager went off. Yes, they give you an Outback Steakhouse styled pager in exchange for your child and apparently if your child hiccup's- they page you about it.
So I walk in the day-care, soaking wet (with a swim cap on I might add), and there is little Helena sitting by herself in the middle of a tornado of babies, toddlers and kids. Of course she was upset. And then she saw me in my get-up and she REALLY got upset (no one looks good in a swim cap). All the while, the hourly employees were busying themselves with other things. No one had time to coddle my bug- so I did.
We went home. I'm done with that place.
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