Svelte . . . or Not

I'm not sure why I am not as thin as a rail. I spend my day running circles around three boys. Take dinner tonight. It's just me and the boys, the hubby is out of town. I make a great, truly home-cooked meal - even homemade bread. But in the course of making dinner, Boy #3, who is all of 19 months, spilled an entire package of mini M & M's that he had somehow figured how to open. He also managed to rearrange some furniture, and crash his mini-ride-on truck into the wall a few times. He then went through about 10 up and downs - wanted up on the counter to watch me cook, then down, then up, then down. Good for the arm muscles.

When we actually sat down to eat, he managed to spill two drinks while I was eating (don't ask why he didn't have a no-spill cup; he DID . . . only his brothers cups of milk are so much more fun). That's two spill clean-ups. Add the up and down of refilling drinks, getting seconds for the older two . . .

You get the picture. I've worked up a sweat . . .