Now that I've entered the world of parenting kindergartners, our new schedule includes time each day at the bus stop. Waiting for the bus to arrive goes by relatively quick. The girls like to play "duck, duck, goose" (or duck, duck, gray duck as it's called in Minnesota and no, I don't know why). I am at a distinct disadvantage since I have to run the small circle with a baby in my arms. It's amusing, so we pass the time easily.
Waiting for the bus to return is a different story. It's usually just me standing on the corner. Boring. It's idle time. I hate idle time. I have too much going on to sit there and wait. I know, sitting there, waiting, breathing deeply, might be good things to embrace. Even knowing better, it's still hard.
Naturally, I try to slip in a few exercises. So far leg lifts, calf raises and tricep dips on the curb have worked well and are unassuming. I have yet to launch into a full aerobic workout on the street corner.
Which reminds me of a man in Dallas who stood every day at a certain place along White Rock Lake and rocked out. He had headphones on that looked like hamburger buns and bounced around and sang and flailed around at his own personal disco party. If I were running or riding by him I couldn't help but crack up. He was amusing.
I need to channel him when I'm waiting for the school bus; to squeeze in whatever exercise I'm moved to do in that moment. That dancing man had a few lessons to impart on us all, among them:
So any suggestions for bus stop exercises? What else does a mom do while waiting for the school bus?
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