No, I didn’t sleep in today. I was up before 7, made breakfast, fed the cats. Got Aislyn to drink her Miralax in what seemed like half an hour with Lucky Charms marshmallows. I think she needs an open cup for faster drinking, instead of a bottle with a straw, so I ordered a special Elsa cup ($18).
I put in a load of laundry with the kids’ new spring and summer clothes (I spent $200 and now the weather is sucky again, 50s and 60s on sea coast New Hampshire).
Then we played Paw Patrol, Bobomb, and Octonauts simultaneously on the living room floor. And I discovered I’m not as limber as I used to be! That’s okay, I can work on that.
When I was a dancer (not that kind of dancer, preverts), I could do a split while also bending my back leg and touching the back of my head with my toes. I don’t know if I explained that very well, but let’s just agree I was unusually flexible.
I think about going back to dance sometimes. They have ballet classes here in town, my friend Cassey used to take them. But I’d be too self-conscious right now. I’d want to be smaller first.
It’s a shame, really, that I feel I need to be thin to do something I love. Because I could easily get thin doing it. Cassey lost a lot of weight doing ballet, and I was not at all surprised. It’s rigorous exercise. Best workout I ever had.
They are expensive, though. $16 a class? And that was years ago.
I was good at ballet. Not “So You Think You Can Dance” good, but reasonably good. We competed. I don’t think we ever won anything, though. The younger class may have.
I danced from fourth grade all the way through high school. I gave up other things I would’ve done, like soccer, to dance.
But at UNH, I got intimidated, for some reason, and said I was too busy with academics to continue dance. That was probably the worst mistake I made in college. I could’ve minored in dance and become a teacher.
It is what it is, I guess.