I just finished my first post-baby Zumba class. (For those of you who are counting, yes it has been 5 weeks, 6 days)
Anyway, I am horribly out of shape- as shown by tonight's class. After class I was explaining to the very friendly instructor that this is the first class I've taken in a while because of my baby born 6 weeks ago. (I was TRYING to save face from my horrible performance)
Her face registered shock.
"What? Are you old enough to have a baby?" I couldn't believe it, but she was comptely serious.
"Well, actually this is my second baby." I explained.
"You have TWO KIDS? How can you be old enough for that?"
"How old do you think I am?" came my insulted reply
"I thought maybe 20 at the oldest" I could tell she rounded up her estimate based on my response.
I SO wanted to tell her I was 30, but I stated my age of 27 with as much dignity as I could muster and then limped away.
That added to the fact that a couple of weeks ago when I took the kids to McDonalds TWO people complimented me on my babysitting skills...I just want to tell the world "YES I HAVE TWO KIDS...THEY ARE MINE. and NO I AM NOT STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL"
I've decided to take my super young looking face and my two music degrees and go audition for Glee. If the whole cast can be paid so much to be late twenty somethings acting like teenagers..well then surely I can too.
I realize this post has nothing to do with Down syndrome...but I was actually writing a post for someone else today, so cut me some slack?
Also, I really have felt surrounded by love today and am simmering on a deep post about that...
so stay tuned. (-:
Me and my "body that looks great for having two kids" (nice try at a recovery, Zumba instructor) are going to go lay on the couch watching TV before facing another night with my sweet boy Carter...at least the 3 hours have ben stretching to 4...and sometimes 5. yay.)