Motherhood

I sit at home with my baby and enjoy every minute with him. As a dancer I am trying to balance home life with dance life(not an easy task). So many events come up that I would enjoy attending but it is not possible with a baby in tow. I wonder how many studios are there that have offered nursury service. I wonder if I should start such a service. I wonder how long I can dance with him in the baby bjorn?

My hat's off to all the moms out there that have found their balance. For now I practice at home with my baby swaying to the beat.

Stuck at home

I have been sitting or laying around the house the last few days since the baby decided to throw my back out. After a visit to the PT I felt great then did things I was told not to do and am hurting again. Five more weeks to the due date and I can't wait. So I am trying to figure out things to do at home that I don't have lean over to do. It is hard to be at home and not clean anything below my waist and day time TV sucks. Has anyone else been trapped at home, incapacitated, and found useful things to do to keep themselves busy?

injury

I sit at the computor so kranky that I can not dance. A torn muscle in the leg has put me on the bench for 6 weeks. I am so use to dancing 4 nights a week that it is hard to sit and let my leg heal. I also jog 5 nights a week, and have for 13 years. I realize the depression gripping me is a lack of endorphines that I get from physical activity. Then I realize that I signed up for 2 works shops from the BDSS when they come to Wichita so I am devising ways to imobilze the leg so I stay flat footed for the workshops. Maybe I will choreograph the first stand in one spot moving the upper body dance.

On the bright side I think I can use my free time to catch up on sewing projects for dance. Hmmm.... maybe I will finish that hip wrap I started 5 years ago....

Lost Keys

I am sitting here wondering how I can have a mind like a steel trap and be forgetfull at the same time. It started with losing my keys friday night.

I get home from dancing at the grape leaf friday night, I stopped by the mail box, used the keys, I go to my front door. When I reached the front door there was a spider the size of a tarantula was sitting over the door. A yell to the hubby and he brings the bug spray to protect me.

The next morning I am getting ready to leave and no keys to be found. I look for an hour then cancelled meetings for the day. How is it I can remember verbatum what someone said two years ago but I can't find car keys. I personally think the spider came back for revenge and stole my keys( he was large enough to).

It is interesting how the mind works I know I had them to be able to drive home and get the mail, but I didn't open the door. I can't wait to see in 30 years what the ole memory will do to me. Maybe I should go on ahlzheimers meds now .

and oh yes the keys are still gone :0(