One of the many reasons why I love Portia is because she's a huge motivator. Every morning, we get the kids dressed and ready for the day. Palmer talks about going to school and Portia talks about going to the gym. She throws a fit when we can't go but has been very patient with me the last few weeks. I think this pregnancy has finally caught up with me and I'm exhausted. Or it could be pregnancy combined with the chaos of graduating, moving, selling/buying a home, etc.
Yesterday, I asked Portia if she wanted to go to the gym, she said, "YES! It's been too long and I need the gym today." Me, too, kid. Unfortunately, I think I worked a little too hard, combined with sitting on a hard chair at my sewing machine (Thank you, quiet book pages) for 2 hours yesterday, my sciatic nerve is shot this morning. I told Portia my back was hurting this morning so we couldn't go to the gym. Her response: "That's okay, Mom. Do you want me to rub your back? Then maybe we'll go to the gym tomorrow and stay for a loooong time. But today we can just play games. " She's such a sweetheart, when she wants to be.