July 10, 2008
Tumbling Class Drop-Out
A mother can only tolerate so much screaming before saying "enough is enough." Today: enough. After trying unsuccessfully, for the fourth time, to get Lil C to try her tumbling class, I finally gave up. I tricked her into staying in the room today and thought maybe she’d do o.k. if she couldn’t see me.
I was wrong.
She screamed and cried and her mood never improved. With 10 minutes left to go in the class, I grabbed her and left. We’re done with tumbling class. Tumbling is not in our genes I guess.
I spoke to the school director as we were leaving. One look at Lil C’s swollen and tear-stained face convinced her to help us out a bit. So, on Saturday, Lil C is going to try an art class. She’s been begging me to go to an art class, so Saturday she’ll get her chance. The best part about it being on a Saturday, is that I can make Mr. BBM take her. I’m off the hook. He just doesn’t know it yet.
On the home front, there’s a bulldozer parked in our lot as of tonight. They started to dig the lot out across the street, so I think we’re next. Tomorrow we make our selections and fight about colors. I doubt I’ll sleep tonight; I’m just that excited!
In other news, my best friend is away on vacation this week and I promised her I would write a post for her blog. The only problem is that I don’t have the password to log into her site. I thought I did have it. So, in lieu of me writing a fabulous post over there, please just go click over there and say hello. If I can’t write for her, I’ll flood her with traffic and link love.
I guess she likes to keep her feet on the ground and her head in the sky!
And good luck Mr BBM at art class!!
Are the keys in the bulldozer? You guys should just start digging yourself!
I just came across your blog; I’m 31 (and a half) and JUST started karate this week (isshinryu). I feel a lot better that you yourself started at roughly the same age–so maybe there’s hope for me yet! Of course, considering the fact that I tripped and fell while putting on my shorts this morning (and I hadn’t even been drinking. yet) doesn’t say a whole lot about my grace and agility…
Wish me luck. I look forward to popping over here more often
BBM, I remember when my daughter dropped out of soccer. No crying, but her explanation was a classic: “But Daddy, you have to get SWEATY!”