Busy Busy Busy

Anya has kept me hopping today. She isn't really cranky, per say, she just can't seem to figure out what it is she wants. Something only keeps her happy for about five minutes before I have to do something else entirely with her. She's always bored quickly, but usually you can get a good half an hour to an hour of entertainment out of one thing before she forces you to change it up. Maybe she's finally going to cut that first tooth after almost two months of gum pain. Or maybe she's growing. Or maybe I need to call about having her reflux medication dosage increased. Considering how much she's been spitting up the last few days I'll probably take care of that last possibility tomorrow regardless.

I was hoping to fit in a workout today and maybe get myself back into the swing of things to lose weight fast with the '30 Day Shred'. But, alas, I still haven't done so. Between Anya, housework, homework, and good old procrastination I just can't bring myself to squeeze it in. Heh. I need to get a jogging stroller so I can make Anya part of a daily walk/run routine. I was doing really well with that while I was pregnant and enjoyed that time each evening. I felt a lot better. Trying to fit in a DVD workout around a finicky baby is not quite so enjoyable. I usually try to fit in homework, housework, or - call me crazy - a shower when she's finally entertained or napping for more than five seconds. So, yes, a jogging stroller. That's what I need to talk Ryan into buying. Looks like my dream date with the Dyson will have to wait. I need to be fit before we're introduced anyway. Wouldn't want to give a disappointing first impression with my sad excuse for a stomach and thighs. I disgust myself some days. Wouldn't want my first date with the Dyson to be the last after forking out all that cash.