Oh my aching feet

I do believe I just heard my feet and ankles telling me they are 30.75 years old, and I need to do a better job of taking care of them.

I whined casually mentioned on Facebook that I have now stubbed the same pinky toe twice in a week's time.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure my foot has a broken bone in it, but what am I gonna do? Go whine to the doctor and beg for a lollipop and a Hello Kitty bandaid?

Add to that Zesty and Pinky are constantly underfoot, and occasionally on-top-of-foot as they shriek like banshees and swing from the chandeliers.  I need to really get down to business and establish a regular exercise routine, but sometimes it feels like I am on a constant high-calorie burn walking video, complete with stretching.  One day last week there was a lot of screaming and crying, and everyone needed a time-out.  I put Pinky in the recliner, and Zesty next to the couch in the corner.  Then I went and put Pinky back in the recliner, turned around, and had to go reposition Zesty in the corner.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  It was like whack-a-mole, with live moles.

Speaking of time-out, I found a fantastic Palm Pre app called On The Naughty Step.  It is so helpful, and easier to use quickly than to find the alarm app which only can be set in 5 minute increments. You get to decide just how naughty they've been and adjust the time-out timer in ten-second increments.  I have never really used a timer before, but I am surprised at how effective it is for even only two minutes, sometimes less, to put Zesty on the bottom step and walk away, and put the pressure on the timer.  He may shriek for a little bit, but usually by the time the two minutes timer goes off, he has quieted down.  I've also used this timer when Zesty is whiny and clingy, and wants me to play with him when I am seriously in a time crunch to clean.  I told him I would play with him for five minutes, and then it would be time for me to clean for five minutes.  Five minutes of playing play-doh bought me an hour of cleaning time because he was happily too busy to notice the timer went off.

Oh, we were talking about my aching feet.  I also spent an hour and a half grocery shopping at Sam's Club yesterday (no kids! don't hate!), unloaded the car all by myself, and took about fifteen trips up and down the stairs putting away all my goodies for the next hour and a half.  Then I went to the church for a meeting and two music practices, came home, and wrestled the toddlers through baths.  It was a very full day, and around 10:30 or so my feet started cramping up on me, the signal that if I am not in bed in five minutes, I will really not get a good night's sleep.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the most boring description of my weekend you will ever read.

On a sweet note, Zesty just came downstairs and told me he sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to Splenda, and he prayed with her, which being interpreted means he did the tuck-into-bed routine with her.  Too precious.  And now he's stalling bedtime, since he slept the entire service through tonight.