Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Today’s thankful: I don’t live in a gym
Youngest is taking a tumbling class, which she calls chinastics. She loves it. The place I take her is an actual facility for gymnasts. It has that icky odor of feet mixed with disinfectant. It makes me nauseous every time we step through the door. Having just returned from an hour on the bleachers in the gym, I am feeling very thankful that I don’t live in a gym. I’m not sure I could ever get used to that smell.