Thursday, June 17, 2010
Today is a walk-sideways-one-step-at-a-time-down-the-stairs kind of day. That's how sore I am. I wouldn't mind it so much except when the girls are fighting and I need to intervene it's hard to get there fast and even harder, I imagine, to be taken seriously when I'm hobbling around like this.
"Oh, look, here comes mom down the stairs. She looks really mad..."
[5 minutes later]
"We're in trouble. I bet she's gonna kick our asses.
Wait. She can't! because she's too sore.
Let's just keep fighting."
I need to stretch so ass-kicking is an option if it really needs to be done.
'Cause, you know, that's the kind of mom I am. The ass-kicking kind.
(sorry, mom, for saying "ass" so many times)