Most new moms can probably agree that the sex life takes a bit of a hit once you have a baby.
Sigh. That was fun while it lasted...
Back to reality.
After spending 2 weeks sitting on my a$$ watching the world's best athletes compete, it got me thinking:
Maybe I should train and become an Olympic athlete? (I always do this, just ask my husband.) Anytime I'm inspired by ANYTHING, I want to be a part of it.
Two of my best friends are doctors. "Maybe I should go to medical school? I like biology & anatomy."
Husband: "But what about math?"
Me: "Oh yeah. I hate math. Nevermind."
And just like that, I forget about it.
But not the Olympics. I'm seriously thinking about the Olympics. But I would have to pick a sport that you can just "pick up" when you're 30. Gymanstics is out. Damn.
So I thought, what about rowing? I could get into that. But I heard that it's so painful it feels like you're dying...Hmm. Maybe not.
How about shot-put? I have broad shoulders. I could throw shit.
Or speed walking? Just kidding. That's not a sport. Oh wait...it is. (sorry!)
And then I realized...I'M ALREADY TRAINING FOR THE OLYMPICS!! Every night at 7:00pm, I begin my "routine" as I train for the MOM OLYMPICS!
To see me in action, please click HERE!
*I apologize in advance for the less-than-stellar quality of this video. I didn't have access to my real video camera, so the good old iphone camera had to step in...*
It's not a birthday celebration until someone pees their pants. That's what I always say. Or at least that's what I say now.
And now that I'm officially old, I have the right to complain about hip and joint pain, and say things like "he's got THE diabetes" (cuz when you're old, you put the word THE in front of every ailment/illness.) I can start getting perms at the salon, and lick my finger before I turn the page of a book. I'll carry used kleenex stuffed up my sleeve, and wake up at 5:30am because "I don't want to waste the day."
Sigh.
Anyway, back to my birthday party festivities. You're probably wondering, "What did your lovely husband plan for you on your 30th Birthday?" Well, I must say, I was pleasantly surprised with a weekend away in the pretty lakeside city of Kingston, Ontario. He rented the three of us a hotel suite on the water, and arranged for my parents to come down on the Saturday night to look after Cole so that we could go out on our own.
And let me tell you, four glasses later and this light weight (I'm pointing to myself) was absolutely LOADED. It was awesome.
We talked, laughed, drank...and looked at pictures of our son. I know. How lame are we? But he's just so damn cute. We couldn't help ourselves. We also might have drunkenly talked to our server about "how great it is to be a parent." and basically urged her to go home and get pregnant...
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