Remember I have two kids, so they take it in turns to come and ask me things, until I'm ready to crack.
Diggle: "Mom, can I have a snack?"
Me: "Yes...go away"
Princess: "Mom, can I have jello?"
Me: "Whatever, just get out of here"
Diggle: "Mom, can we have a Popsicle?"
Me: "I don't care just leave me alone!"
Princess: "Mom,..."
Me: "I don't care, if I see either of you again I'm going to wring your necks!"
Some of you are probably wondering why I don't like them around me, I mean, surely if I'm setting an example they should see me exercising? It's very simple, I don't like anyone to see me when I'm exercising and there are a few reasons.
I like to concentrate on what I'm doing and not be constantly disturbed.
I'm bright red, wheezing and I look ridiculous.
I have jiggly bits and bulges that I'm self conscious about.
I suck at doing some of the exercises and poses (especially for yoga) and I know I look spastic. For example, take the simple tree pose, I look more like a deranged flamingo on crack. My downward dog looks more like I've tripped and can't get up (which is probably not wrong) and my plank, well I'm certainly not a plank that ever going to be used in any type of construction unless perhaps it's some sort of Salvidore Dali sculpture.
The holidays are nearly done, the kids go back to school on Monday, I will be able to reclaim my space and peace and only have to worry about the monster dog, she does run down to find me, and finds it extremely fun to try and lick my face or jump on me if I'm on the floor, but in general she's a lot less annoying and can't laugh and tell anyone how silly I look. She also gets bored and finds a spot to curl up and sleep pretty quickly.
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