Tonight marks week four of my Wednesday night hip hop dance classs for moms at Miss C’s dance studio. About half the class is spent doing floor exercises and one of the toughest ones is something our teacher calls “butts.” I used to call them donkey kicks. Whatever you call them they are just loads of fun. Not really, but I tell myself that the entire time. I just imagine my butt magically being air lifted back into place with each kick and that helps me see them through to the end of the reps.

The other half of the class we spend working on choreographed dance moves. Unfortunately because I am one of the shortest women in the class I end up on the front row and I honestly cannot watch myself in the mirror without getting completely lost or laughing at myself so I focus on the instructor. I now have a true appreciation for all the contestants on Dancing With the Stars.

We’ve been dancing to Britney Spears Womanizer and I made the mistake of playing the video on YouTube for the girls. I promptly closed out the Web browser as soon as the video started and Miss A shouted, “Mommy, that YOU? You naked?”

Because I have a talent for turning any occasion into an excuse for shopping, I’ve wanted to buy some new workout clothes for class. Unfortunately if you Google hip hop dance clothes, you find a lot of this:

My genetic makeup is diametrically opposed to any sort of clothing with writing on the butt, so I’m just sticking with my boring, standard yoga pants and t-shirt. I don’t want to carry this hip hop mama thing too far.