my youth is slipping... literally

i woke up this morning feeling... a little bit of stinging pain, big old fat pain, & pain that just seemed to come up from underneath. (that was a play off of a Forrest Gump line; ya like it?)

it's been 2 days & still, i'm, what would you call it?, uncomfortable. would you like to hear the tale?.. (Alladin, like it again)

so i'm playing with my children. there's music & dancing & laughing & goofiness & going too far & yelling & time outs & apologies & getting back up & dancing again. i notice the laminate flooring throughout the house... perfect sliding conditions. removed the rug in the hallway. turned up the volume... "pump it". as the blackeyed peas sang "hu hu...", i revved. as the blackeyed peas sang, "aaaaaaaaaah...", i pushed off, the baby laughing & clapping behind me.

then, for just a moment, i was flying. by the way, when you're in the moment, just a moment is a very long time. next was breathlessness... for just a moment. as the baby said, "mommy? you awight?", i realized i was staring at the ceiling with my hands flat beside my head, lying motionless. motionless, except for my twitching hips, of which i had landed flat on.

so 2 days later... stinging pain. i guess it's true what they say - "the bigger they are, the harder they fall." or is it "the older they are..."?