Me: Fred, we're having apples and bananas with juice for snack.
Me: Wait, we're out of juice, so we'll have water.
Fred: NO! YOU SAID JUICE, I WANT JUICE!
My hamstrings, also not flexible
Are you busy? I need help getting this project done and it's due tomorrow.
Sure, I can help.
Can we reschedule our play date for another day? One of the kids is sick.
Sure! Let's try next weekend.
I don't have the mental bandwidth to discuss whether I find myself to be a flexible person or not. At least not with respect to flying by the seat of my pants vs being unable to change my plans as needs and circumstances change. The world is a dynamic place, and everyone has to have some flexibility to some degree. Even Fred. Even when we're out of juice. All I can say is that as a parent, the only thing you can count on is having to change plans at the drop of a hat. And kids puking and pooping. But that's not the point here.
Not only do I find myself in the midst of what some call adulthood, but I find my body mixed up in the whole mess, too. I think my body decided to anticipate turning 40 well in advance so that by the time that happens (September, start shopping now), my mind would catch up. Likelihood of this happening, slim.
Through physical therapy, I've discovered limited range of motion (lateral) in my right hip, my back is nearly stiff as a board, and it can take me several minutes to 'warm up' first thing in the morning or after sitting down for any length of time. Honestly, I can't wait until I'm fully back running and I can get these things all ironed out. Or at least get out of bed and not look like an 80-year old hobbling to the bathroom.
What - the - hell - ??
I didn't get a chance this week to spend much time putting a real, though provoking, laughter inducing, or meaningful entry about 'flexible'. You'll have to deal with what you got.
Thanks for being flexible.