Today I found myself dancing with a little too much enthusiasm at playgroup. It was singing time at the end, and I noticed I was not alone in my overzealous moves, I had to stop myself fist pumping and throwing in the running man. Several of us were singing along, swaying, bouncing and even a bit of foot shuffling to ‘wheels on the bus’. I caught myself saying ‘oh we like this one’ and I didn’t really mean the children, I meant me!!! What has happened to me?
It dawned on me that this is it now, this is the closest I get to ‘clubbing’, this is where I get to boogie and strut my stuff; rhyme time!
I hope I’m not the only one who does this? I have certainly spotted other mums getting carried away with actions for wind the bobbin up. Who needs ‘big fish, little fish, cardboard box’ when you have ‘point to the window, point to the door’. If I do ever set foot in a night club again and a) don’t feel like I could have given birth to half the people there, and b) can stay up long enough to go out that late; I may introduce some of these new moves into my ever-expanding dance repertoire. Who knows, it might take off!?
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