“Are you going to die?” my four-year-old son asked.
You’d think this would be his first time asking such a question. I mean he’s only 4 years old.
After a few weeks of doing some at-home workouts, aside from being “sore” a few days in a row, I saw very little results from my sweaty workouts.
My husband assured me that “these things” took time. He was quite the professional at this point in coaching and encouraging me through any postpartum woes. We just had our third child. But I wanted some sort of results. Anything to motivate me to keep at it.
I am my best comparison. Some moms make their kids meals from scratch every day, some are super organized and have weekly toy rotations, some have detailed curriculums and homeschool like Harvard professors, some dress their kid to the nine, and some have sleep trained and potty trained their child by the age of 2.
I personally don’t like arts and crafts. I feel stressed thinking about following strict times to do things. I prefer to stay home all day and do home activities (this quarantine was an easy adjustment). But do you know what I do love?