I blush easily. It doesn't take much to turn me all rosy cheeks. Well, speaking of "cheeks", here is an example of my taking multi-tasking one step too far today.
You know how I have two little ones charging through the house all day. My nephew literally barrels through most of the rooms. I tend to be on patrol most of the time. When it was just me and Jillian, I would try and do some stretches for a few minutes each day. Now I don't really get a chance to do my stretching with homework and after school activities.
Today, as the two little ones are happily drawing with chalk on the driveway, I decide to stretch in the fresh, crisp air. During the day, our block is very, very quiet. Practically deserted at times. I thought, "What's the harm in getting my stretches done for just 10 minutes outside?" Well, I was stretching along quite well when I nearly jumped out of my skin as my daughter said, "Mom look who's behind you." I was all bent over, posterior towards the street. A guy with a petition is standing there with a slight grin. I wonder if this guy was wearing ballet shoes and floated over to us. He just seemed to "appear" two feet away from me.
I flipped up into position probably too quick. My hair had that whole Bride of Frankenstein look as I became upright. If I was 21, I most likely would have been more embarrassed. I did blush initially, but I laughed it off pretty quick. Glad that I didn't fall over when my daughter announced this guy's arrival. I would probably be in some kind of traction right now.
Now the question remains: Should I stretch outside again? Maybe I'll just face the street this time:)