Wednesday, April 19, 2017

It's just not the same as it used to be.

Out my window this evening The Little Nies were busy jumping on the trampoline.
I love to watch them jump and scream and yell and laugh 
(and of course they occasionally fight, which I don't love).
Tonight I was super jazzed because wanted to show them a thing or two and
  I had some sweet tricks to share (or show off).
 When I was little I was actually a whiz on the tramp and
I could do any trick possible and made up new ones too.
I spent hours on the tramp with my sister Lucy and my cousins.

And's just not the same as it used to be.

I can't jump anymore without feeling really old, and when I say "old", 
I mean with every jump, I pee.
No matter though because tonight I had black pants on 
and so no one could actually tell, perfect.
I showed the kids a layout backflip, ariel front twist, 
and my touched my toes in my famous cheerleading air splits.  
The Little Nies oohed and ahhed with each magnificent trick.  I felt really cool.
But each trick and bounce had me worried, I actually felt like I needed a diaper.
I finally confessed to my children I couldn't jump anymore and 
then laughed so hard I let it all go (and you know what I mean).
Then in a hysterical mess, I desperately took myself off the trampoline and
shamefully walked back to the house with the Little Nies yelling to me:

"It's OK Mom, we won't tell Dad!"

I share this information with you because I KNOW you know
 what I am talking about, and the first step is acknowledging the problem.  
There, I said it.
Time to really get serious with my kegel exercises.

* A big thanks to Jane who happened to photo the event.
** Shoes and shirt: Roolee Boutique