My Brain

Last night I went to a Step Jam class. I'll admit, I haven't been going to any classes regularly, but have been to a few on Saturday or Sunday morning the past few months - and have been able to hold my own. I enjoy a class that challenges me, one that has me thinking, "what comes next?" But last night. Oh my god. For the first time, ever, the instructor had to stop the routine to go back and teach me how to do a "revolving door". Turns out, I should have been using both feet to turn backwards, not hopping on one foot around. I figured it out quickly, well, quickly after having to have her draw attention to the fact that I couldn't get it. Anyway... I did figure it out and was happy to realize why I kept ending up on the wrong foot during the combo. But, the entire class just kicked my ass. Mentally, not physically. I have been doing The Shred pretty religiously (like 6 out of 7 nights a week), so I'm not in as bad of shape as I thought. But, Holy Toledo, I could not think of what came next with all the combos. I was doing my best to keep up with the rest.





Every day on my way to work I think of a million and one things I need to get done. Then, every night at home I sit down with my fancy new paper to make a To-Do list for the week and this is all I can come up with.




I should probably add "put your shoes on" onto the Tuesday and Thursday, since last week I took Quinn to school, Liam to music class, and then dropped off some Creative Memories product - all in my slippers.


I went to an awesome conference a few weeks ago and was reminded of a lot of stuff I already believed to be true about young children, but have forgotten about after being in a public school for 7 years. I want to write about it here. I want to figure out what I can do at work to feel better about the experience I'm giving the 4 and 5 year olds in my class. I want to figure out how I can make it all work together - or what has to give. I want to, but I keep getting stuck.



My brain, it's just not working. And, unlike Christie, I cannot blame this on a lack of sleep.