Not An Athlete

I'm sore.

I did get Josh to go to the Renaissance Faire. We don't have any money, but I got out my personal savings. I don't have an income, but I horde like crazy. It was probably 2 years' worth of Christmas money or something. I came home, tired and sore from practicing Omiyage and Hachijou, but I was cheerful and ready to go have fun. Josh was neither. He has been a little....not himself lately. We'll have to see if there is something we can do about that. Anyway, he pretty much pitched a fit until I told him I didn't want him to come. Then, of course, he was done, and packed up the car like nothing had happened. Well, except for the parts where he asked me what was wrong, and told me that if I didn't have a good time, it would be my own fault. Really! What planet is he FROM?! Rrr! It was hot, and we parked very, very far from the gates, but things went mostly smoothly. They were out of giant turkey legs, so I bought us some soup in bread bowls, and we ate while we watched the jousting. I think it was after 6 when we left to trudge up the hill to our car.

That was rough, but I think I'm actually sore from practice. First, we did some timing drills. Then...Omiyage. Apparently, this song was taught some time when I wasn't there. I've never played it. We were learning the end, though. Everyone else seemed fine, but I was struggling a LOT with getting both arms to do what they were supposed to do. My brain fights with me when I tell it to think of multiple limbs at once. If I ever get it, I will do it consistently until I drop dead, but I don't have it yet. In fact, you could tell by looking at me which arm I was trying to work on....because the other one stopped moving. It was slightly humiliating, and it didn't help that a certain member kept pointing it out every time. By the time Andrew tried to remind me that I was supposed to be having fun, I was about ready to cry. I'm not an athlete. I was never an athlete. I wonder what it's like to be talented. To just decide to do something and have it come pouring out of you, just like you wanted. Because, even trying my hardest, I can't even limp along fast enough to keep up.

I tried to practice it at home, but it was even worse.

Anyway, my ankles are sore from Hachijou. That's kinda funny. I was expecting my thighs to be, because they felt so tired at practice, and I never once thought about my ankles. Or maybe they're sore from pushing the stroller uphill through chunky gravel and 8 inch grass. But I really think it was from taiko.

Anyway, after we came home, I called my brother. No news there.

I had thought of a new story that I wanted very much to start as soon as I got in, but by the time I did, the only thing I could remember about the story was that I was super excited about it. Maybe my brain has a hole in it.

I think I am going to read one of my books. I don't know which one, yet.

My children are fighting.

I'm hoping to get Abbie to take a bath today. I had planned to do it last night, but we were all tired, and Josh changed her into her pyjamas before I could tell him about it. She has a sore on her leg. That's why I asked Josh to bring the stroller, but he somehow managed to poke a hole in the bag of diapers, water, etc., with the stroller clip, so that stuff rode in the stroller all day, and poor Abbie had to walk.

I think I need some tea. I didn't really feel like I was desponding, but reading this makes me think that maybe I am. Maybe since it's Monday, it will be overlooked.