December 7, 2012

• Two more days of Delightful December

  My day began yesterday with my weekly volunteer gig delivering food to send home from school with needy kids over the weekend. It’s part of the routine, and not that big a deal to accomplish — but it always makes me happy to know I’m doing a little something to help the kids who need the food.

  Today, I did some less rewarding volunteer work at the kids’ school – just assembling some items for a science lab next week. However, while I was doing my thing, I got to chat with a new friend – someone who wasn’t at all involved at the school until I tricked invited her to fill a vacant role in the PTA. She’s a good egg and we had a few laughs at the expense of some goofy kids and pushy teachers.

  While at school, I snuck up behind our daughter and tickled the back of her neck while she was standing in line. Her response was so funny — she just sort of slowly turned around, almost afraid to see who in the school building felt the need to touch her like that. She was relieved to see that the creep was only her mom.  Shortly after that – I stuck my head in the cafeteria to wave to our son while he was eating lunch. He jumped out of his seat and waved at me to come over to his table where he was hanging with his dudes. He gave me a huge hug and encouraged me to stay and chat with his friends for a little while. (Do I not have the sweetest 9 year old boy ever?) We had lots to discuss, since our son is sporting his second black eye in two months, and the boy seated next to him was rockin’ a neon cast on his hand. The other boys were falling over themselves to tell me about black eyes, bumps, and broken bones they have had in their long, hard lives as boys in the Bubble. Pretty funny. Our son’s latest injury was thanks to a run-in with a tree in a dark backyard, during an unauthorized-by-mom football game.

  In less delightful news, I had a major spaz moment while working out this morning. I was in this Pilates class, contorting my body and using various devices to maximize the torture.

  

  I had a pilates “magic circle” (like the one above) squeezed between my ankles, with my legs straight and my feet at a 45 degree angle from the ground. My legs were shaking and my abs were working hard, because my head and neck were off the mat. Then the instructor said something about twisting, and I yanked on my head with my hands, which were supposed to be gently cradling the noggin. OUCH. I immediately felt a snap and thought I might not be able to get off the mat. Like, ever. (Taylor Swift — get OUT OF MY HEAD.) 

  I pushed myself up to a seated position, and there was nothing graceful about getting myself there. (Thankfully, everyone else in the room was too busy squeezing those rings between their own legs and likely took no notice of me.) I massaged and rolled my neck until I was able to move it again, though very stiffly.

  I asked the teacher for some suggested stretches after class and she said to push my chin against my chest with my finger. That looks weird AND hurts like hell. UGH.

  I did stop at the store on the way to my next stop (the school) to get some ibuprofen to relax the muscles, and some “natural smelling” Icy Hot to slather on myself. It smells better than Ben Gay, but not much. I’m going to smell quite sexy at the cocktail party I’m attending tomorrow night, eh?

  The weekend is here! Hope you have a fun one.

   

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