As I put on yesterday's twitter feed, Brought jar of boiling-hot water in jar insulated by oven mitt, unshaped mouthguard and scissors to sideline. She's now legal. Ninja Mom! Yes, the first softball game of the season, and I'd forgotten K needed a mouth guard. We had extras from flag football in the fall, so I zipped home from the field, boiled water in a mason jar in the microwave, stuck a lid on it and put it in an oven mitt. Back to the field with scissors and a bottle of cold water and, poof, fitted mouthguard before she was even up to bat. Elapsed time from, "MOM!" to mouthguard? Twelve minutes. I rocked.
I was going to put a silly poem in here that used to make me laugh as a kid. As an adult, and given some of the other users on this site, it had more innuendo than maybe I want to post. It didn't have to do with cabbages. I keep coming up against the question, "Are you sure you're human, and not a cabbage or something?" Today the answer is not cabbage.
I took up Tae Kwan Do in the fall when the K started it. I'm ahead of her by a belt. I effing love it, although one friend, when he found out, said, "Tae Kwan Do at our age?? Are you NUTS?" I dunno. Talk to a certain fire fighter in training. How old is too old? I've been working out harder on non-class days, and now class seems not so tough. Next belt I'm pretty sure I'll have to pull off a hundred mountain climbers at a shot (was dragging my knees at the test for the last 10, and that was only 70). Gotta be ready. Need a chin-up bar, too.
Now, kids home, taking them to swimming lessons. Hamburgers for dinner, I think. With beer. Reconciling fitness goals and love of beer may not be easy. Mmmmm, beer.
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