If I had words to make a day for you

School is out.

I was going to add more about that, but I realized that my brain is in a bit of a freeze right now. I feel like I haven't really stopped to take a breath all week, unless you count when my head hit the pillow whatever time it was that I happened to make it there.

I can't really remember particulars right now. I feel like I know what blindness smells like, and it's all adding up to a whole bunch of peanut butter breath constantly sneaking up on me, intent on taking my legs out when I least expect it.

My hips went out sometime between Monday and now, which I thought had cracked back in place sometime between yesterday and now, but tonight, I can't seem to walk straight. Which is ridiculous. I'm 29, not 82 (no offense to anyone 82, of course). I should have plenty of hip-working years left.

This might have something to do with the fact that my boys like to greet me by jumping on me. And not just the normal jumping either. This is how it's played out:

I walk inconspicuously enough across the crosswalk, wave hi to a few fellow parents, glance at my phone, jingle my keys, and generally watch quietly for my boys to be done with school. Invariably, a conversation will be struck, which I will be politely engaging in, when, out of nowhere, a considerable force from the side/back/front will be launched upon me, either almost knocking me over, or very nearly disembarking my pants. When I come to, either the 6yearold or the 8yearold (or both) will be pulling me back across the parking lot.

I'm not one to exaggerate.

But truly. They think this is funny. They will actually hide when they see me and then ambush me from the most awkward possible angle. When it became obvious that this was still funny to them (and that, a-ha! this is why my hips feel like ground up beef!), I finally took them by the shoulders (in the presence of teachers, aides, parents and the holy crossing guard themselves) told them to knock it off before they hospitalized me.

What's that mean? That means mommy has to go away for a long long long time where people will poke her with pain medication and have to teach her how to walk again. Believe me, kid. I know these things.

Anyway, they've mostly stopped with the ambushing, although the jumping..... well, we're learning.

I just hope my hips survive.

It's doing nothing for the 10k training I'm trying to pressure myself into.