Good times: We had ourselves a Valentine's weekend.
Dave and the kids got me roses. Tomorrow, they'll get cards, candy hearts and heart-shaped lasagna.
We all went to a Valentine's Dance at Max's school where he ditched us; he only wanted to dance with his bff. In a tragic turn of events, Sabrina was introduced to the Macarena, and has been singing and dancing it ever since.
Saturday, we went to a children's museum. Sabrina made me do the Macarena in the bathroom.
Sunday, we went to a local gym that we're considering joining. It's a Lifetime gym, and it's exceptionally nice. Max was at his Sunday morning program, Sabrina and Dave hit the pool and I took a Zumba class.
I've had Zumba on the brain ever since I bumped into a little old lady at a coffee shop one Saturday morning, who told me she'd just come from a Zumba class. It's a Latin-inspired dance-fitness program.
I was all, if she can do it, I can...I think.
I figured if it felt more like dancing and less like working out, I might like it.
I loooooooved it. Let's just say I wasn't the smoothest with the moves (I'd definitely qualify for America's Funniest Videos), but I had an actual fun time and barely noticed that I was exercising. My left knee (the one with the partially-torn ACL that looks so sexy in x-rays) is a little sore. Other than that, I feel great.
The gym has a childcare center; when we went to check it out, a mom and her daughter were leaving. The girl was in a wheelchair. I told the mother we also had a kid with special needs and asked how attentive she felt they were to her daughter, and she only had good things to say. It was comforting to meet her—that whole sisterhood of the special needs child thing.
I am glad I finally got off my butt and made it to a gym. I'm going tomorrow, too. Valentine's is traditionally a time for showing other people how much you love them but today, I showed myself the love. I didn't give myself chocolates, though.
I hope you do something for YOU this Valentine's Day.
xoxo
