T.G.I.F.

You are not going to believe this but Scott went to Yoga a second time yesterday, two days in a row. I did not go because the pain in my hip is excruciating and the tummy is not handling things well the past few days. I don't want a repeat of the Hot Yoga Spins so I opted for a couple of days off. Plus we could not both go last night. Yes, I am injured, but I find myself falling into my old patterns of putting others before myself. I was so proud of Scott I did everything I could to arrange for him to go a second time. I packed his clothes, his towel, his water, a snack; brought it with me to Henry's teacher conference at 5:30 so Scott could come straight from work and then make the 6:30 class. I even called the studio ahead of his arrival so that the teacher could save him a good spot. I took Henry to Cubscouts and arranged for a ride home from dance for Hayley.
I found myself slipping into my old comfortable ways this past few days. I even went to Burgermaster yesterday although I did order a kids meal instead of the Big One. I paid for it later with an upset tummy but wow did it taste good. It is like being a drug addict, one slip and you slide down that slope. Figured well I messed up today might as well go for it. So here we are, starting over again. No weight loss this week, in fact from all the partying I did for my birthday I gained 3 pounds. Sh*t
So back to my other old ways, putting others first. I did take way too much joy in the fact that Scott came home from his second class and his face was the color of a tomato. There was some moaning and groaning too. I tried to get him to talk about the Yoga experience, I thought everyone would be interested in what he had to say about it. Well, he is not much of a talker. I told him how all my dance mommy friends at the studio were very impressed with him and that their husbands would never try anything like this. All he could say was "It's hot" Again, I told him I could not believe how flexible he was and how in the world did I not know this? (and why were we not having monkey sex?)
Do you know what he said? My soon to be 45 year old out of shape partner of 20 years said "Well of course I am flexible I am an athlete" There might have been a sigh and an eye roll too.
Now he didn't say "I was" he said "I am". Now you must realize the incredible strength (the vicoden might have helped a little too) to not start laughing and rolling on the bed. We have a nice calm loving truce going on right now and I want to keep it that way. It took all the will power that I was not able to summon at Burgermaster not to say "Really, are you fricking kidding me? Having ESPN as your home page does not make you an athlete"
Instead I said "Really, why do you say that?" He said "I played basketball, baseball and tennis". Insert snort laugh here and snarky remark in my head "yeah like 25 years ago".
I said "Well then I am an athlete too but I am not that flexible anymore"
"You were not an athlete you were on the flag team"
Oh geez we are not going to start that argument again. I was not on the flag team a*((hole, it was a drill/dance team and we were one of the best in the state, practicing nearly year round for a couple of hours every day. I tore my damn hamstring doing the jump splits for gosh sake. And we had pom poms, NOT flags.
I mentioned this morning that he should not feel bad about himself if he can't handle three days in a row his first week like I did. Ha, guess who is currently sitting on the couch downstairs? Athlete my ass.