skating wounds and poetry

I woke up at 4am greeted with the after-effects of 3 hours on ice skates yesterday. Back spasms. Really? REALLY?

I realize I'm not 16 or even 25 any longer. But I'm 36 - and I just TURNED 36. I'm not in awesome shape but I do my best to stay reasonably active and fit.

So what the hell is up with the freakin' back spasms?!?! Waking me up out of a SOUND SLEEP? Are you kidding me? It was too early to get up for work, too late to stumble out to the living room for the heating pad...and oh yes, that's right. My incredibly effective, useful Mom bladder kicked into high gear - so I had to wrestle myself from a very cozy bed to pee.

This getting older thing - it sucks.

It was overall a Monday today - nothing too earth-shattering although my IT guys gave me a major ration of shit when I went back there today. Oh wait - that's also not earth-shattering. ;-)

We had a new person start today. I gather he's going to be helping me, which is novel since I've been supporting - eh - 5 systems on my own for the last 18 -24 months. To be honest, I have no clue how to share my systems now. I am sort of OCD and work is my "thing" - the thing I'm good at in life (as opposed to motherhood - which is just hard - and interpersonal relationships - which are a struggle for a socially awkward nerd like me). So I get a little proprietary once I hit a groove on something work-related...

Needless to say, I have to get over this and share with this poor, unsuspecting guy. I am ashamed to admit that he was older than I expected. I hate to say it. I interviewed most of the candidates for this open slot - and most were between 28 and 40 or so. I happened to be on vacation when this guy was interviewed, so today was the first time I met him.

I only talked to him for an hour - but I think I made my head explode. BAD ANDREA! You're supposed to take it easy on the new guy the first day! I am SUCH a nerd, I get all over-excited about the shitastic systems I support and once I start rambling - forget it.

I put my time in at the gym - probably the only day this week due to scheduling snafus. I did 3.5 miles on the sane elliptical with arms in 32 minutes. I hate to say it, but I think I have to start running next week. ACK!

My day ended on a sweet and heart-warming - albeit it slightly manipulative - Mom moment. G was just finishing his shower when he looked at me - of course in his usual naked glory (kid sleep nude, always has and I am sure always will - he is SUPPOSED to put some sort of bottom half garment on before having a conversation with me but...he's 7...yeah right). He says "Mom, can I stay up for a few more minutes? I want to write a poem for you."

Well crap. How the hell can I say no to that?

10 minutes later - 4 of which involved him scrambling to find paper and a pencil (note - we have these in EVERY room of the house, but of course his supplies that are generally in his room are on the living room couch, downstairs - clearly where they belong since they have been there for 10 days despite my repeated requests for them to land elsewhere), he came up with the following gem...telling me "Mom, this pretty much happened to me!" YA THINK!?!?

Opening presents, opening bundles
Finding things, I did not ask.
Legos, gum, books, and more!
There's one more present...
It's a fuel cell car!

I love that kid.