Most children seem to have gone back to school this week. Not mine. Still another week to go! This isn’t very easy when trying to juggle work and childcare. Although it’s been an easier holiday than most because one is away and my daughter has mostly stayed with my mother. I really am lucky that my work is flexible and part time because otherwise I’d be spending a fortune on childcare. Thankfully my children are all getting old enough for me to make plans as and when things happen.
I had my first Pilates class in two weeks to teach yesterday. Consequently I was a little bit rusty. This was not helped by the fact that my mother is sleeping in my bedroom so I had an interesting selection of slightly wrong clothing that I’d taken out of my room the night before. My daughter’s too tight underpants. A pair of slightly see through leggings. Odd socks and the wrong make-up. Really not a good look.
The second class in the evening was better. I was looking a little less squeezed around the bottom department (yes, I know that swallowing house sized Easter eggs that have failed to digest in my stomach and bottom are also to blame, but daughter’s too small pants are working well for me at this stage). I remembered how to teach. It was a lovely mixed class of women. All different sizes and ages. So interesting to teach so many different characters and to see the way they all respond. They were all lovely and very supportive and welcoming as I was covering a class – I apologised at the beginning because I know the man they usually have is well, firstly a man, not me, then French and then GORGEOUS. So. Of course I had to apologise.
Mostly I try to stick to the Pilates terms “zip up your stomach” or “draw in your naval ” or “set your neutral spine” or other strange terms. This time, with everyone lying on their stomachs I said:-
“Don’t let your stomach’s flob out on the floor – pull them up” and it made them laugh – because of course that is not really a technical term I should be using.
Good grief. I can’t believe I said that.