Each Saturday morning, McK and I make our way to the gym. Along the route we talk about her buddy that will be there, the tumble track, and doing tick tock legs for warm up. It is a Mommy and Me class. My sister half jokingly called me a good mom when I told her we had signed up insert eye roll here. It’s that working mom guilt that made me do it. Tumbling was something we could do together. It would be fun. And although I can appreciate McK’s enthusiasm, running through a gym putting her on every piece of equipment for an hour straight wears this mama out. Just thinking about it makes me want to cancel.