This morning I got up and sleepily made my way down the stairs to pour a cup of coffee. I overslept a bit- so I knew my time alone in my comfy chair would be short. I curl up, wrap my toes in the end of my robe and nestle in to read a bit of the Word.

It isn’t long before I’m forced to get up, begrudgingly, to wake the Wil-de-beast. It’s not that I don’t like him, in fact, I’m not even sure where he came from; he’s such a dreamboat and a sweetheart of a young man. It’s just that his big feet will plod around making all sorts of noise and he’ll want stuff- like food- and I know my quiet moments will be over. So, after a bit of coaxing, down he comes, dressed in his tennis shoes- ready to do his workout. He’s taller than I remember him being yesterday; he says it’s the shoes- but today he seems to bend as he kisses me on top of the head.

The Wil-de-beast likes to exercise. In fact, he thinks he may want to help others to like it as a career. He and his buddy just invested in this wild-man workout- it’s called Insanity®  and it’s all I’ve been hearing about for weeks. Pretty big investment for a young guy on a limited income.

So- I decide, “Yes son- I will do this with you for as long as I can take it.” You know- mom’s-behind-yuh- kind of thing. Besides, as blessed mother, I don’t want to be really soft and fluffy- just a little soft and fluffy. Sort of a lovely Mom-de-beast figure.

He takes one look at me in my pink, flowery robe and tells me I may want to go change- I will be covered in sweat when I’m done. Oh. Sweat- hadn’t thought of that. I whip off my robe, which leaves me in my flannel jammies and plod in to the work-out space with the Wil-de-beast, careful to leave room for his sweaty, wild-man moves.

Some huge, hunk of man appears on the screen, to tell us how much he enjoys this and  how- just as we are getting breathless- he is just getting started. After many moves designed to carve and sculpt my lithe and momly figure- I decide to leave the rest to the big beasts.

I jog out cheering the Wil-de-beast on. Wheew. Time to head for the showers. That was the longest 3 minutes of my life.

Can’t wait till tomorrow- after all, it’s in the little things.