The other day, a SAHM friend said, “God bless the Y.” She was talking about our local YMCA. And I couldn’t have said it more perfectly. I love my Y. It was heaven sent for all moms alike. Sure, the family membership is a bit pricey (around $80/per month), but it’s a lot cheaper than hiring a therapist.
The Y makes my family happy. The kids have a blast playing with other kids in the child-watch center, while I go sweat the mommy-guilt away in the workout room. We love the pool. We love the programs. We love it all.
It has been easier to get to the Y since I have Fridays off. But, even when I was full-timing it, I still tried to get there 3 nights a week. I remember getting a little peeved when I overheard a different SAHM make a nasty comment about a WM who went to the Y. She said the WM would pick up her kids at daycare and go straight to the Y where “she’d just give them to another person to watch for her.”
WHATEVER. I think a trip to the YMCA between work and home is just what the doctor ordered. I don’t know how many times after getting my kids that I’m still in that work-fog. Give me a good heart-pumping hour at the Y, and the stress from my workday is instantly erased. I go home as a better, more attentive parent.
So, God bless the Y. Sure, Village People, it is a fun place to stay. But, I love it for so many reasons more.