We’ve ditched the Britney Spears routine in my weekly hip hop dance class and we’re now learning dance moves to Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back that include the snake wave ya’ll (said in my best Britney Spears voice). I don’t run into any problems during the warm up but there is once stretch called a pretzel stretch that, as you can imagine from the name, nearly kills me. The other night during the pretzel stretch I started to get the mother of all Charley horses up the back of my left leg. Thankfully I circumvented it before I ended up face down on the floor crying like a baby.
There were only three of us in class Wednesday and the other two moms are SAHMs. They remarked that although it was a blessing to stay home with their kids, it was definitely a tough job. To which I gave a hearty Amen. They both said they really enjoyed hip hop class because it was a break and a chance to get out of the house. As one mom said, “I told my husband, this is my time!”
I have to admit that one of the nice benefits of going into an actual office four days a week is the luxury of sitting and checking my e-mail and drinking my coffee in the mornings without someone asking me to wipe their bottom.
We don’t have dance class the week of spring break. While we’ll be at the beach the other moms mentioned they’ll be in town. Our instructor said, “Ladies DON’T tell your husbands you don’t have class! Go do something fun!”
And because I am so incredibly spontaneous and wild I immediately added, “Yeah, go to Starbucks!”
So the next time you find yourself out on the town, footloose and fancy free, don’t get a tattoo, don’t go dancing on a table…just hit the caffeine on a weeknight.
What would you do if you found yourself with an hour to yourself on a week night? All kidding aside, Starbucks solo sounds nice. I’d probably hit Target or TJ Maxx, too. Be still my beating heart.