We got a trampoline this weekend. It has already proven to be a blessing and a curse. The kids' excitement knows no bounds, but that also means emotions are close to the surface and tears over it break forth at the drop of a hat.
"But we just got it. I don't want anyone else jumping on it." (Tears)
"My back hurts." "Well, stop jumping for a little while." "But I want to SO MUCH." (tears)
"When she jumps with other people, she acts happy and they have so much fun, but when I jump with her, she acts bored and won't play anything with me." (tears)
"They leave me out." (tears)
Of course, when I jump on it, I quickly realize my age. Here I thought I was in pretty good shape for a 41 year old. But on that thing, I can't do anything except jump up and down and even that exhausts me. What in the heck? I can jog for miles, but I can barely catch my breath after 5 minutes on that thing. And bladder control when you are bouncing so hard...when did that become an issue? I just don't like feeling this way, especially since I just graduated from high school not very long ago. (In my mind, that is always less than 5 years ago.)