Kid1 is off to music camp for the weekend with her musically inclined classmates, 159 in all. That’s probably a third of the school’s student body. I lamented that I wasn’t going to supervise, which gave everyone a good laugh. I’d be the biggest kid there. Or I’d be such the helicopter mom. It’s a good thing I’m staying home with Kid2 and the hubs.
For some reason letting a kid go for a few days is getting easier. But tonight when we all go to bed, I’ll feel a wave of wistfulness wash over me, blink away a tear, and make a Words With Friends or a Word Feud move. What really gets my goat is that the kids aren’t allowed to bring phones. Do you know me? Do you know how wild my imagination can get? Listen to that wind. Any number of natural disasters could occur. Or worse! And my kid cannot reach me. I’m a mom who likes to be connected, who is always accessible. I guess she’ll have to MacGyver it on her own. That’s part of growing up, right?
Grow up, Mom.
Kid2 and I just discussed push ups and planks. I’m so scared to plank because it really does make my Achille’s tendon work. So I did it for like 15 seconds. I could probably do it on one foot.
I had to stop writing because when John got home from taking Kid1 to school, he said, “Let’s go to the gym, I’ll drive.”
Yay! After all, I wussed out and skipped my bike ride because it’s pretty windy out there. We went to 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai where I worked out on my favorite torture device, the HELLiptical. I really cooked my butt! Linkin Park on the nano and I was smashing that machine! John ran on the treadmill. He’s getting ready for the Great Aloha Run, which is on Monday, so he wanted to get in a little workout.
Now I’m home with Kid2. She’s singing in her room and I love that. I love to hear her 10-year-old self be that kid who can sing in her room, gaze out the window, and draw. Oh, yes, she’s into “My Little Pony,” again, too. Apparently, boys from 14-21, who are referred to as “Bronies” have harnessed the equine power that holds little girls captive. At first I thought it was that sweet, rot-your-teeth stuff. Nope. Check out BronyVids. It’s kinda cynically rotting pony dung stuff.
Love it when boys need to put their mark on girly stuff.