Part of my daily routine is letting Rinn play on the floor
with a bunch of plastic farm animals while I attempt to put together blog posts
and lesson plans for my dance classes.
Oh don’t give me that, babies need time to themselves too and it’s not
like I’m one of those “free-range parent” wack jobs you’ve seen on GMA who is
letting their 4-year-old ride solo on the New York subway system. I don’t know which is worse, her or that lady
from Time Magazine who will undoubtedly be breast feeding her son while he
preps for the SAT’s. Two words: happy
medium, find it.
I hit shuffle on iTunes and go to work, or at least I make a
very valiant effort to. Unfortunately I suffer from what I’ve affectionately
dubbed as “bass syndrome” (like the fish) characterized by first, being
distracted by, and then following, any and all shiny objects; doctors call it
ADHD, but what do they know? This
applies to more than just shiny objects obviously and when shuffle has its shit
together, more often than not, this time turns into an impromptu dance
recital. Nothing fancy, just a few
excellent jams (usually from the 90’s) and my killer moves. Rinn digs it. Or at least I think he does, I mean he’s too
young to have one of those “you look soooooo stupid” malicious laughs, right?
Fast forward forty-or-so minutes: I’ve accomplished nothing
and I’m so exhausted from hopping around like a fart in a mitten that Rinn and
I have to lie down for a nap. Just another
day in my life.
Today’s Rinn-Approved Recital Mix:
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