Damn it. My back is killing me again. Sunday I was pretty much out of commission, and yesterday at school I hobbled around like an old lady. Bending over is agony. Bending over and picking anything up is out of the question, so my usually cluttered house is moving into the truly filthy zone. It's really painful for me to perch on our computer stool--so today will be short.
Soph and I just returned from dance lessons. I think I'm going to find a new place to take her. She's too young and rambunctious for the "Stand on your spot and tap your right toe" kind of dancing they do at "Confidance." What she needs is fun music, and someone saying, "Move your body like you're a raindrop." Plus, today, they measured her for her costume--apparently they do several performances--and they want fifty-five smacks for it! It's this awful shiny red and orange thing trimmed with crazy red feathers on the bottom. I'm not in this for performances and feathers. I just want her to have some fun and get some exercise. Maybe what I need to do is see if I can get her on a toddler hockey team. (JK) That kind of seems more her speed.
All said, I'm feeling kind of partly cloudy today. I'm discouraged that I can't dig in and clean up this place because of my back. I'm discouraged that I don't fit into any of my clothes, and that I gave my "fat clothes" to the thrift store last year. I'm discouraged that neither Erik or I have any time to just be.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Nothing comes to mind. On a stretch, I guess I'll say pudgy arms and legs poking out of a leotard. (sp?)
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Sophie is just full of demands today. I'm tired of trying to teach her manners, and I'm tired of trying to decide what to give in to and what to stand firm on.