Exercise? Ha HA FUNNY

I like my gym. It's a simple "just the basics" gym - no pool, no classes; just cardio and weight equipment. I feel comfortable there. I have been on a treadmill with an extremely buff man running 9.5 miles per hour on one side of me, and an elderly man using an oxygen tank strolling along on the other side. It's an everyman's gym. But it is also The Gym with the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Child Care. Alright, maybe it's not terrible or very bad. But it's definately no good. When Jacob was sitting on his Only Child Throne, it was barely acceptable. For $1 per hour, I got an unattentive 20-something sitting in the back of the room on a chair, watching as several toddlers played by themselves. When walking into the daycare room, the first thing she asks any child is what movie they want to watch. And at the first signs of wimpering, she has the front desk fetch the mommy, because, obviously, the cries of a child might get so loud that they will blow her hair out of position. Can't have that, now, can we? The worst thing about the gym daycare? They don't take kids until the child is 6 months old. I understand, seeing as how it's not top-quality daycare, it's not someplace I'd be eager to leave my young child anyhow. But to a mom desperate for 30 short minutes on an elliptical? How much damage can sub-par daycare do an infant anyhow? Coming up next: How I have fought the workout-at-home demons - and lost, so far.