I danced in my kitchen today. Not the silly, happy little dance you do when you try a new recipe and it works or the swaying, hugging slow dance you do when Husband gets home.
Nope. Full-on shakin' stuff rockin' out.
I blame stress. And the sunshine that peeked at us today. Oh, and the playlist that Oldest made me last year for my birthday. I knew the past several days had been stressful and the fact that my shoulders were touching my earlobes was probably a bad sign, but I was dealing with it.
Then I pushed play on my iPod while cleaning the kitchen.
I think I was halfway through Play Guitar, singing along with John Cougar Mellencamp, when I realized that I was getting very little cleaning done, but I was playing a mean air guitar. By the time Bon Jovi and I were done belting out You Give Love a Bad Name, I was a little out of breath (yeah, yeah, yeah--should've made exercise a New Year's Resolution). By the time I got done lamenting along with Cake that there "ain't no rest for the wicked...", I realized that my shoulders were relaxing and that I felt better than I had in...well, a long time.
So, when the next song came on, I let go. Don't judge me. And yes, I know that Oldest has a strange sense of what to put on a playlist he made for his mother. But when Sir Mix a Lot started with Baby Got Back, I held nothing back.
And I gotta say...I feel pretty good.