Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Day 107

I remember as a kid my grandmother had a sign in her toilet that read "work hard, fear God, and keep your bowels open". Ok then. Will keep that in mind. Especially the bowels bit. In contrast the sign on the little desk calendar thingo today says "They lied! Hard work has killed lots of people." Yep. Will also keep that in mind ...

We had day one of our long awaited much anticipated cheerleading camp yesterday. Over 100 kids (girls and boys) in attendance. We brought in dance coaches from outside this time, and also some gymnastics instructors, which meant Kate (the other Principal Coach) and I had some much needed and much appreciated assistance. It ran smoothly but gee it was a long day - we were on board from 8.15-5.45. I guess you could say we worked hard. (We didn't fear God though and I'm not sure about Kate but my bowels are pretty good.)

What yesterday highlighted to me was how hard it is on your body to dance and jump and somersault when you are deep fried fruit. The body seems to jar a lot easier with seemingly little effort. I wasn’t game to perform a cartwheel yesterday because my neck and shoulders were already throbbing from the cheer jumps … which of course referred the pain to my head for a monster headache. I can’t even jump up and down without getting a headache for goodness sake. That seriously sucks. Especially when you are a cheerleading coach and it’s all about the jumping …

So I came home to complain and whine about the pain only to find my husband lying on the couch (albeit with dinner in the oven – good husband!) with swollen glands, razor blade throat, dizziness and fatigue. Bugger! Well that kind of out-does my headache. I think self inflicted cheer pain is beaten by random glandular viruses? Might be a close call. Well, the bottom line is he’s lying on the couch and I’m not. (When I originally typed that last sentence I wrote “coach” instead of “couch”. Definitely not lying on the coach that’s for sure! Don’t get your swollen gland(s) near me mate.)

So when two parents in the family are sick, which one wins? I know, I know, it shouldn't be a competition, but seriously, who ends up looking after the kids and all? If illness was a poker game what illness would relate to which hand? Hmm. Very good question! It would take a round table discussion with loads of champas to nut out that one, but it's well worth doing! (Should we be fearing God about now?)

But besides all that, it’s a bit of a bugger when both parents are struggling in the health department. I know mine is due to a combination of physical activity and aging bones. Nothing serious. A few quality pain killers will help with that. Mind you, with the number of painkillers I'm taking of late to ward off this pesky headache I may soon have a problem with the keeping the bowels open bit. (It’s a pity I’ve sworn off the grog this week because I could have done with a good stiff bourbon with those pills last night!) And I’m sure Derek is run down trying to combine work and play (you know - new work year and attempting to balance family fun and togetherness in the school holidays). They say hard work never killed anybody. It certainly makes people very cranky and tired and sore and stuff. I reckon hard work has probably killed LOADS of people.

That said I am off for day two of cheer camp. Which really isn't work ... its very rewarding and quite uplifting. My bones just don't realise it yet ...

PS Shocking headache! I can safely say it's a migraine. It's going to be a long day. I think the Youth Gods are telling me to back off and get with the program. Apparently I'm invading their space. But I don't want to start worshipping the Aged Gods yet. Please don't make me ...

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