Dinner, Then Dancing
I've still got it - the back pain.
We have a new routine here after the dinner is done and the dishes are cleaned up.
We Dance.
“Dad, let’s dance”, she pleads..
I’ve never been a good dancer. I can’t moonwalk or waltz or dance in any shape or form that doesn’t look like I’m a dancing fool that I am
The best part is that nobody cares.
BW sits on the couch and watches and claps at the appropriate times and the child and I dance around the living room like the big fools we are. We dance to that Golden song by K-Pop demon hunters or course, but I’ve also introduced a few oldies like “Sugar Sugar” by the Archies and today we added a new song to our repertoire: Johnny Cash’s “One Piece at a Time” which isn’t the best song to dance to, but it’s a fun song and that’s all that matters.
After about 3 songs, old Dad is done and BW has lost interest. Also, isn’t it time for bed?
Tonight the child wanted me to lift her up in the air by her hips like they do in figure skating and I had to refuse because I would probably break a hip and we try to limit the hospital visits to a minimum.
The plan is we dance, and then she has to start thinking about bedtime and get her PJ’s on.
Tonight we told her that she could draw and play upstairs and she did, and then after a while she came looking to get tucked in. I just get her tucked in and she tells me she forgot to brush her teeth.
Sigh. Okay, out you come…
“I’m hungry too”, she says “I want a snack".
You guys, I was this close to bedtime and then it all went sideways. We went downstairs and I peeled her an orange and then she got distracted by all her goodies on the kitchen table from Valentine’s day and of course even though these things have been sitting here for three days pretty much ignored - at 8:21pm they are the most interesting things ever.
I pull her away from the pile of pink plastic and introduce her to her toothbrush and get her tucked in and to my amazement she’s still in bed and might even be out cold as I write this.
It’s funny how these little routines start. It’s not like we planned this but over the last few days we play the GOLDEN SONG ONE MORE TIME and we dance like nobody is watching because before you know it she won’t have anything to do with me so I might as well dance while I can.
Besides, I don’t know how much longer this dancing routine will go on..
One of two things will happen:
she gets older and wants nothing to do with me
My back gives out.
My money is on number 2.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.