Staying fit with your annoying kid be like…
In the name of de-phoning, I made my own variant from destressing, sometimes you have to snatch your child away from screens you know. You totally have to drag them in completely unnecessary biological experiments called ‘trying to stay fit’-something.
That is not always as simple as it looks: regarding being an overstimulated middle-aged woman with approximately three surviving knee particles left.
Not to mention the already collapsed nervous system which has now to be motivated somehow to drag yourself to a point that you actually look like you’re a serious experienced outdoors person somehow.
At first everything still looked relatively hopeful and motivational: sunny weather. Nature. Fresh air. Healthy movement. Mother-son bonding. Very concerning optimism.
The disturbing part is that children somehow possess unlimited demonic energy reserves straight from another dimension.
They somehow don’t see the actual point of moving their limbs for the sake of health and all. And before you know it, you have to move mountains to keep them going otherwise you’re dragging a protesting nitwit through the forest while they act like you just announced a 14-hour Himalayan survival expedition.
Sigh.
