Muses

Busting out some moves. A bruise muse.

My son takes dance.

I have encouraged him in this because he like to dance.

Except when he is in dance class. Which makes it very frustrating for his teacher. (And his mother.) He has done much better on the days I sat in.

So I was sitting in today.

The boys warmed up.

And they got warmer.

And warmer. Miss Katie and I suggested he reposition his hands on those push-ups to make it a little easier..

Then Nathan, McCormick and Joe started practicing for the Christmas show.

Joe began to lose interest, so I felt it my place to embarrass him into join the group.

Same clothes that I ran in at 8:30 this morning. It's now after 4:30.

Miss Katie is wondering what Joe and his mother are doing.

Nathan shows me the "coffee grinder."

I'm pretty strong. I give it a go.

Holy cow.

We leave dance and pick up big sister for the  art show at the Elemetary School.

Yes, most days I keep going — whether breakdancing or not breakdancing after realizing how hard it was.

Once at the school, I looked up and saw one of my running partners leaving the art show.

This is all I'm letting the word see.

Why do most days, I look the same at 6 p.m., that I looked when I got out of bed that morning?

Though with a few more bruises.

How about you?