Plus it was not a mommy and me class. I could leave him there!
This as we know is HUGE to mommies. Some free time. Well somewhat free time. I would still have the one year old with me but I had big plans for us that included some major bonding time.
Our half hour would be us walking up and down the blocks that made up this area. Sunshine and exercise. Just me and my daughter. Perfect!
We arrived to that first art class and he seemed really happy…at first.
I was ready to bolt out that door and that’s when my son had a MAJOR meltdown. He didn’t want me to leave.
So, we stayed. Nothing more fun than trying to keep a 1 year old occupied in a small art room while her older brother keeps checking to make sure his mom didn’t abandon him. I broke out in a cold sweat.
The next week, I gave him a big talking to and tried to get him pumped up to stay by himself.
Let’s just say it wasn’t motivating enough. Same went for the following week. So much for my dreams of us walking happily up and down the street looking at all of the cool stores.
I thought and I thought and finally came up with a half ass idea. I would tell the 4 year old that I had to take a phone call and would be right outside.
What do you know… it worked!
I stayed close that time just to make sure.
The next week, we did walk. Success!
After that, he was waving goodbye to us when I dropped him off.
We were FINALLY free!
I was going to get so much exercise until it occurred to me, we were kind of hungry. Okay, I was hungry. There is a pizza place across the street. So off to dinner we went. It became our thing over the next couple of months.
Did I feel guilty about not walking? Absolutely! I decided that as the month went on, we would get back to our walking.
So we did.
Turns out there is a bakery across the street from the pizza place.