This summer that started slipping. My “free” time (any time not tending to one of the million things my kids need during the day) was spent cleaning for house showings and packing for relocation.
And then suddenly it began to be painful to walk. I thought tending to my kids was tough before, but trying to chase Nyssa back in the house when she escapes or walking downstairs to my washer and dryer…impossible.
Until Das Booty. I’m the proud owner of a sleek nylon orthopedic boot that squeaks when I walk, but I can walk. I’m even more awkward than I was pre-orthopedic boot and I suddenly have no use for my left shoes. My husband and I named the boot and to keep the loneliness of commuting at bay I share pictures of wherever Das Booty and I go. We aren’t very busy. Some Target runs, the library, the post office once and Das Booty did travel to Milwaukee over the weekend to spend time with college friends.
Today I took it to the gym. In fairness I wanted to last Friday, but that particular rainy day my sassy special needs lady could not be in the same room as her sister without hitting her. I couldn’t trust her with other kids in the childcare room, but today she managed!
But the stationary bike is the only cardio I can do without pressure on my foot. I hate the stationary bike. I read as I pedaled away, tried a show on Netflix, tried running music, but it wasn’t the same. Honestly, I hated it. But I trudged through just aiming for my 30 minutes.
Around minute 25 I hit my wall. I was about to throw in the towel and limp back to the childcare. I was stopped by a squirrel. It jumped up into the window pressing its forefeet into the glass. I made eye contact with the furry critter and laughed. A fellow biker and I watched this squirrel as he tried to dance in the window, then brushed his tail to the side as he climbed the side of the building. Minute 28 I was still pedaling, but instead of thinking “I can’t stand this” I was laughing.
I finished my 30 minutes thanks to that squirrel and made sure my husband got a photo of Das Booty before I hobbled out the studio. And thanks to my 30 minutes I kept some of my patience when the youngest threw her sister’s ball across the street, the middle smacking her sister to steal the purple beads from her neck even though the matching pink ones were around her own. And the teenagers sigh as he complains about watching Zootopia again.
Whatever it takes to get you through the day.