There is a right way.....and a wrong way.....to stretch and exert yourself.
My way is not the right way.
PSA for the day. Know your limitations.
I was in the living room when I heard a thump. Then I hear Adrian whining or grumbling or whatever. Clearly, the boy is unhappy. Being the wonderful caring mom that I am (and also making sure nothing is broken...lol) I go into his room and check to see what the fuss is about. He's mad. Why? He can't stand on his head.
This is a problem?!
Well, to him, it was, so I put a pillow on his bed and have him put his head on the pillow and help him bring up his legs so he has his back to the wall for balance and blah blah blah...you all know the visual. He's SO happy. I'm happy I made him happy. Then he says the words that froze me in my tracks.
"Hey, Mom! YOU DO IT!!"
The pleading look was more than I could take. So I looked at him...and stood on my head. He thought I was the coolest. He was giggling like a nut. and then....... my body said......."WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!?!? WE DID NOT AUTHORIZE THIS ACTIVITY!!!!!!" uhh huh..
I'm too damn old to stand on my head. My body parts went nuts and my dinner (which happened to be BBQd pork sandwiches and some mac and cheese) went 'bbbllpphhhtt'. (Note: there was no actual throwing up. the stomach just did not enjoy this particular activity. ick.)
Note to self: Resist pleading looks, puppy dogs eyes, and promises of coolness.