frustration

I suppose that being a mother means that I can't always 'decide' what to do with my time. I was so excited to go to the gym today, but couldn't due to work & Henry (well, specifically, I don't want to leave John at home with Henry by himself any longer than I need to - it's not that he's an unfit parent; no, it's that he would kill me if I went to the gym, rather than come home right now). so sigh, I'm going to do my best to get a really good strength work-out in at home. hey, maybe this is a great opportunity for me to begin working on a workout that I feel good doing at home. I like to do yoga, but am generally too un-energetic for that.