If a horror movie pops into your head, its not far from what happened.
Tonight before bed Kamiah asked to play a game.
Sure!! What game??
Its called partner stretches.... (Im like the LEAST flexible person...EVER)
When was the last time I stretched?? Idk...does stirrups while in labor with Bryson 4 years ago count????!
Ok, sure...lets play.
First one! Put your legs straight out and reach. Mind you I can about reach half and ince past my knees and I feel fire!
Ok, Kamiah....
No mom....you need to feel the burn....(so she gets behind me and pushed my back)
Ok ok ok ok!!! It burns. Mom....you should be touching your toes. 😂😂
Next up the sandwiche.....or what normal people call a dogpile....he on top of me and Bry on top of her.
Kamiah, whats the point of This???
Mom, we are flexing....
Next! She calles it the scorpion (Is she making this crap up?? Probably. )
Go against the wall.
Ok. Now give me your leg.
*Apparently im supposed to get my leg to line up with my head!**
This failed, painfully.
Next up, Im supposed to take my leg backwards ans have the bottom of my foot cradle my head.....
Is this a joke???
I told her my leg would have to be literally taken off of my body to accomplish this.
And lastly a back bend. 😂😂 What she made loom graceful would have sent me straight to the ER.
Now its bedtime and next time shes not picking the game. 🙈😂
