The boys are on day 3 of their TWO WEEK spring break.
Spring Break. More like Spring HELL.
Infact, I propose that all school related breaks be renamed with the ending "Hell". Winter Hell. Spring Hell. Summer Hell.
Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my children (Ok and? I LOVE sleeping in.) but, what I do not love is The Fighting that goes on in this house when they are home from school. It's constant. It's never ending. It's all of the damn time.
I've decided to take them bowling after lunch because I'd much rather be stuck in a foul smelling, noisy, bowling alley than listen to one more "I'M TELLING YOU CALLED ME A BUTTHOLE!!!"
I'd like to state right now, for the record, that I will be The Winner. STRIKE!
Moving along.
In "What did Y 'Google' today" news...
Symptoms of a pulled Hamstring.
Because, dudes, I think I have a pulled, quite possibly torn hamstring.
Guess HOW I pulled it?
Doing THE MONKEY! I'm completely serious. In a way, I kind of deserved to get hurt because, I aint even gonna lie, I was totally showing off in dance class.
I couldn't help it. The instructor kept singling me out "VEDY GOOD EVAN! BEAUTIFUL!" And, like, I get this burst of confidence and felt very, I don't know, "Flashdance-ish", so I started busting out the moves a little faster and thrusting my hips a little harder and snapping my fingers a little louder and when the time came to do "The Turn" that only I could do (because no one else in the class could "get it." *SNAPS*) The false confidence took over and I tried to "break it down" funkay style. OH MY GOD THE PAIN. I swear, I felt something rip down the back of my thighs and as much as I wanted to fall to the floor in pain, I fought it because HAHA I was showing off and how stupid would I look suddenly falling INJURED to the ground? I could just hear the taunts "You got served!" So, instead, I did this Funkay lil' "I'm injured but I'll be damned if you know it" Hop and pretended I needed a "water break."
Oh man. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But I finished the class. Because, I'm HARD CORE, people. (And, also, CERAAAZY COMPETITIVE. Like, I would sell out my own husband to win Taboo, ceraaazy.)
It's two days later and it still hurts like a mofo. I suppose if I rest for a few days, it'll heal up just fine, but HELL TO THE NO on that. There are bowling balls that need to be thrown, strikes to be made and tonight? There are Monkey Moves to be executed.
I'll just be more careful when lavished with Aerobic Instructor Praise not to get all Cocky.
What is this two week spring break you speak of? What happend to one week?!?!
Your talking about the dance classes makes me want to take one. But...I'm really uncoordinated and I'd feel like a spaz and a nerd and I'm sure I'd just quit. See...defeated before I even start.