This was so funny (and embarrassing, but you just may be able to relate) I just had to share it. So this summer I have been taking a dance class...first time since I got married and had two children. I am going to be teaching four children's classes in the fall (starting next week) and so to keep up my technique I really wanted to take a class. Robbie was so sweet and really wanted me to and can I say, I have been in HEAVEN!! It's crazy that it's been three years since I took a class when I have danced my whole life (except for on my mission I guess), because it doesn't even feel like I left it! I often talk to one of my girlfriends on my way home and she said tonight, "you're always on cloud nine after dance!" And it's true. I JUST LOVE TO DANCE! And afterwards Bree always wants me to show her what I "learned", and she just thinks I'm the best dancer. It's so cute.
Well, the class I am taking is an advanced modern/jazz. I absolutely love the teacher but tonight we had a substitute. She seemed nice, and at the start of class announced that she would be doing a strictly jazz class. The class was going great, I liked the teacher. Then she said we were going to do jumps. Fine. I hadn't done jumps (8 in first position, 8 in second, 8 in fifth, etc...) since ballet in college...and not that I can't still do repetitive jumps, it's just that...I've had two children!! For those of you who haven't given birth yet, the area where you birth your child doesn't exactly close like it used to...and so if you have any liquid in you at all...yup, you guess it, LEAKS OUT!! So I didn't think about this as I started jumping, about my third jump I thought, "Oh crap..." Of course I was on the front row and right about that third jump the teacher walked right in front of me. So I couldn't just run out when she was right in front of me!! So the lame "competitive, want to impress" inside of me proceeded with about 8 more jumps and finally she walked on and I ran out to the bathroom. So a little wetness in the pants...ok a lot of wetness in the pants. And the best part was, I was wearing grey pants! I walked back in and they were doing kicks across the floor. Ha. Needless to say I got home a little early from dance tonight!
All I can say is the sacrifices we make for our children...are totally worth wetting my pants :)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The sacrifices we make...
Posted by Jesika Harmon at 9:25 PM
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That is hilarious!!!! It's called "Lack of Sphincter Control". My kids love to get me to jump on the tramp just so they can see me do it with my legs crossed. Wait until 5 kids!!!!!!
SO funny, because just a few minutes ago I was jumping on the trampoline with Marin and had the same problem! Oh, the sacrifices we make :)
You competetive? no way! :) That is pretty funny though! And yes.. I can relate :) thanks for the smile.
rest assured, all mother's have that jumping problem. my trainer made me do like 50x3 sets of jump ropes one day. Not good!
Thank you for giving me my laugh for the day. The things we do for our kids. Love ya!
"The area where you birth your child doesn't exactly close like it used to." This is my new favorite quote ever!! Classic story. Oh, the joys of motherhood :) Hey I know a really good urologist (wink) :)
:0 Ha! I think Courtney believes we say "uh-oh" after every sneeze and cough instead of "excuse me".
That is great ... good thing the munchkins are cute! I knew those c-sections would come in handy one day ... no leakage!!
This totally cracked me up!
So funny, yet a sad reality. I love that you're dancing again and I wish I could take a class from you!! After all of the classes we've taken together I'd love to on the student side of your skills! I'll bet you're an amazing teacher!
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