I'm not as young as they think I am.

My kids had this brilliant idea...

and well,

who doesn't love a brilliant idea, right?

Especially when it comes from the fruits of your womb.

Right?

(insert sarcasm here)

My sweet little darlings thought that since public school had P.E., that our homeschool MOST definitely needed to have P.E. as well.

Ehemmm...

I thought, in my apparently hallucinated state of mind...

"That's a splendid idea you guys!"

I was proud of them for wanting to get out and move their bodies and be healthy.

The little cuties!

Yeah!

Let's do it!!

I went to the store and purchased a nice new kickball.

It was both of their favorite thing to play at P.E., and I remembered that it was MY favorite thing to play at P.E. when I was younger too.

I loved the idea even more!

(emphasis on the words WAS and YOUNGER)

Yesterday, after we finished our day of school and supper was all cooked, we decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and play some kickball.

The kids were all excited,

"Yeah.  Let's go Mom!  Woohoo!  This is gonna be great!"

I smiled and nodded in agreement, in my own foolish naive excitement...

not realizing the horror that await me.

It was all fun and laughs, until my body decided to run after a ball that flew past me, because apparently, my son was trying out for professional soccer and needed to kick the ball into eternity!!

My mind told my body to run, so... my body ran.

But,
 I think my body forgot to send the memo to the muscles in my legs.

Because as soon as I began to run, my legs cramped up sending shooting pains throughout my entire lower half!

My entire lower half!!

What the?!!

That's right...not after I ran.

No, no...AS. I. RAN.

When I ran.

Heck...it might have even started before I ran!!

My memory is shady, I could have blacked out for all I know.

I stumbled across our acre of land, struggling to catch my breath, while looking like one half of my body had been shot up with numbing novacaine, and was dragging behind the other half.

What I wanna know is...
Who exchanged my young, vibrant, energetic body with a slow moving old lady carcass?!


No teams were picked, but I am pretty sure that it was Them against Me.

We continued to play for what seemed like hours!
Hours I tell ya!
Okay...

my kids said it was only like 20 minutes.

Ehhh...

5 hours, 20 minutes.

Tomato, toe-mah-toe.

Same difference.


Hey!!
Who's the teacher here?!

Even though my body is refusing to commence in another game of  "death by kickball",

I know my kids are really looking forward to playing again.

It was fun,

and I laughed hysterically at them, and at myself.

We made some good memories, and our neighbor and her little girls joined in on the fun as well.

I guess I might need to consider possibly doing a little more exercise,

cuz...

I'm not as young as they think I am.

And I don't want to miss a minute of fun with them!!

Job 32:7

Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.

Isaiah 46:3-4

I have cared for you since you were born. Yes, I carried you before you were born. I will be your God througout your lifetime--until your hair is white with age.  I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.