I should be pink slipped

I should expect a pink slip soon. I won't be surprised. I could be fired for what I pulled this morning.

Taking two days off in a row, given my current situation, probably does not look too favorable.

But I had to do what I had to do. Amara's sick. Again. Fever's back. So is the phlegmy vomit.

Certain protocol must be followed. I chose not to wake my boss at 3:45 in the morning and called an already awake manager. Big no-no. I have yet to talk to my boss. Taking two days off for a child's sickness is all but acceptable. I could have lied and said I was now the one bedridden. But regardless of consequence, I am doing right by my daughter.

PBN asks: how far would you go for your kids?

Would I lie for Amara's safety? Would I break the law to insure her a better life? Would I bribe, cheat, and steal? Yes. Unequivocally. And I am certain there are mothers all over the globe who have.

My decision today may not register on the Richter scale to some. But the loss of one salary in our home would be earth shattering. And professionally, I'd like to still have good standing in the business.

But I have no regrets.

How far would you go for your kids?

what the basketball team captain didn't know

I'm going to lose the baby weight.

I mean it this time. I hired a personal trainer. I'm buckling down. [Note: Don't expect many details on this right now. I'm working (out) incognito.]

I don't have a problem with fitness, per se. I truly enjoy working out. It's invigorating.

It's the whole finding time to squeeze the exercise into my schedule that is difficult.

But there was a moment when the world did stand still, long enough for me to get in a workout and a half - all in the name of love and weight lifting.

His name was Matt. And he was the captain of the men's basketball team at my college.

Matt was fine. He kept his rock hard abs and his sculpted arms perfect by hitting the gym, even on days when the team did not practice.

To let off some steam during midterms, Matt decided to take part in a pickup basketball game. I had a "spy" working at the gym who clued me in on his plans for the evening. I raced to the fitness center before realizing that my stalker behavior would be revealed if I did not have a game plan. Luckily, the court had equipment surrounding it. So I hopped on a StairMaster and watched Matt skillfully dribble his way into my heart dominate the competition for four quarters.

Four quarters. Two and a half hours. On the StairMaster.

My legs hurt for the rest of the week.

But the aerobic escapade stays with me to this day.

So Matt, wherever you are, thanks for teaching me fitness. You have my eternal gratitude for helping me fend off the freshman 15.

Now I must work on the Amara 30...

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