I always hated the gym, and I hated running. I didn’t see the point. I was like, just take a dance class.
But since that seems to be impossible, and the only time I ever have to myself is NEVER, or late at night when my man is finally home (sometimes) and I have to be quiet around a sleeping baby…
I’m joining a gym. There’s a 24 hour one around the corner, and it’s super duper cheap. It’s got a running machine. Can’t go running in the middle of the night because I’m a girl and shit.
Anyway I’ll go check it out tomorrow.
I just can’t stand myself right now!!!!!!
Anyway, I’m starting to get things ready for daycare. Like, getting her used to drinking out of a bottle again. I stopped because it was a pain, so she’s out of practice and doesn’t like it. But she’s gonna have to suck it up (literally) when she’s at daycare!
If all goes to plan, I think we’ll be sending the baby to daycare next week or the week after next.
I feel all sad about it, even though I know it’s the best thing for everyone, and it’s only for two half days so it’s not even a big deal. And I need the extra time, lord knows. And she’s getting so smart and energetic, she needs outside stimulation.
Hey, cool photos! Can’t wait to see more! I loved the time I spent in Osaka and I miss it, but Tokyo is where it’s at. It’s cool being biracial in japan, it has it’s ups and downs and I’ve seen a lot of them cuz I’m old. The futures gonna be even crazier and more beautiful, with culturally and/or ethnically kaleidoscopic people like my daughter inheriting the world!