as fate would have it

I have often forgotten how old I truly am.  Until I got pregnant with my son I could be found turning cartwheels and scouting playgrounds.  I recently had a bit of a rude awakening as to why people this close to thirty no longer do handstands and cross monkey bars.  I thought two year old Home Slice would get a kick out of seeing mommy cross the monkey bars.  He couldn't have cared less, by the way.  I did do some serious damage to my shoulder.  I also can't take no for an answer and forgot to take it easy.  That resulted in feeling like I would like very much to amputate my shoulder with my teeth at 4am this morning.  Now I wish I had gotten around to working yesterday as it is three times harder today.