Before wedding planning chaos hit our house, the stage was set up and the dining room table was moved to be infront of my book shelf. (Gasp! I know...) I was unable to comfortably get to my books and even though I'm small, it was a tight sqeeze to ponder what to read next and put read books in their place.
Frenchie has been asking if I'm putting the pole back up. I made a deal with him. We have to move more furniture around so I can get to my books.
- Loveseat moved from front room to living room (legs removed and put back on to fit it through doorway)
- Armchair moved living room to front room (legs removed and put back on to fit it through doorway)
- Table moved so there is space around it
- Pole set up
- AND the roomba went to town on the carpet where all the furniture was.
In other news related to fitness... I have awful flexibility. There's nothing like having a new student come to class to make you feel bad about yourself and your abilities. I am not an amazing dancer. Far from it. I don't put enough effort in to get better. I don't stretch enough to improve.
We had a new student come to class who is great and flexy and I feel awful and self-concious about myself. I am the least competitive person I know and when someone makes me feel self-concious, I tend to give up. I don't have that drive to "be the best".