The kids had me hopping yesterday. My 9 year old niece, C., was staying with us for the day and she was also spending the night. Mr. Schmitty was working, so I was in charge of my brood, C., and a neighbor's kid.
It was a gorgeous day. It was sunny and warm. The kids were really good and we had a fun time.
I just wish I faced facts that I'm not 20 anymore!
I.AM.A.FORTY.ALMOST.FORTY.ONE.YEAR.OLD.WOMAN! I am also twice the woman I was when I was 20, literally!
I played basketball against W. I did pretty good, I must say. I was always an athletic girl, back in the day, so I held my own against my 9 year old. I guess I was feeling pretty spry because then I took to racing the kids.
We were to race down the sidewalk to the neighbor's driveway and back. I started running, and well, any of you that have pushed babies out, might understand this, I almost peed myself. I had to stop before I completely left a puddle on the cement. Plus the ankles weren't feeling too great with the force of my weight bearing down on them like that.
I stuck to being the, "on your mark, get set, go" person.
After the racing was over, I spied my son's skateboard. Fool, I know you are thinking, and ye shall be correct! I told myself, "I'll just take it slow, it will be fine. No fancy stuff, I'll just step on it with one foot and push a little."
Need I tell you that my completely stupid attempt could have ended with very tragic results!
Thank goodness I have enough junk in my trunk to cushion that fall! I just hope the neighbors didn't see, I'm afraid I'm going to wind up on YouTube.