Have you ever had so much on your to do list, that there just weren’t enough hours in the day? You looked around, and realized you were kind of missing out on life?
That’s been happening to us for quite a few weeks now. I struggle with letting go.
So yesterday, despite a filthy house, projects on our list, a post to write and an ebook to polish (I’m not even touching the Mount Vesuvius of laundry lurking in our closet) we decided to throw the towel in (for a little while, anyway) and took our kids to the fair.
It’s one of my very favorite memories as a child, and I’m big on traditions. This is one grand procrastination event I don’t regret. Not one bit.
There’s just something so nostalgic about the lights, and the leftover 80’s glitter on all those rides. The cotton candy. The food. The smelly livestock and creepy, thrown-together ferris wheel (that might at any moment, pull a final destination part 25 and end in some horrible self-rolling catastrophe. (Why yes, that was the ultimate thought derailment. Pun intended. It’s just where my mind goes now that I’m a mom.)) Nothing like a couple of potential tetanus-infused dramas to get my blood pumping again. It’s this beautiful combination of awesome memories… And creepy side show what-ifs that I love.
We even split a nine dollar gargantuan corn dog to celebrate the revelry. I’m livin’ large, and on Monday we’ll be taking out a second mortgage on the house.
Jamin put Malone on this little jewel of a ride. He was begging. I told Jamin it was a bad idea, and then threatened him within an inch of his life to hold on to him. Do you SEE that lap bar, people?
Check out the other two, while Daddy tries to distract… and Malone’s face as he buries it. And Emerson’s Walmart feet because she was wearing flip flops. Completely hysterical. Not the funny kind.
I was even brave and rode a few with the kids. I was once the roller coaster queen. We’re talking day-long bouts at the local Six Flags, arms in the air, disembodied equilibrium hard core rider. Now I can barely sit through a kiddie ride without the urge to purge and a horrible back ache.
First I was all, wheeeeeeeeeeee! Then I was all….
I’m not really sure why all three children decided to gang up and squish mommy. Particularly when fresh air was hard to come by in a gigantic creepy bear sarcophagus. I was at their mercy, and they were holding on to a wheel that controlled the spinning. I think I cut a deal pertaining to no cleaning up legos for a week. Or a shopping spree at Toys R Us. Something. I don’t remember. Everything was moving.
But beyond the rotating glitter motorcycles, and those trad, slightly creepy clown funhouses, they’ve upped the ante. That is my child in a floating ball on water. I want a pool, just so I can spend my summer in one of these. It’s like hamster balls for kids. Perfect. (Except I’m trying to ignore the fact that he probably has the flu now because that’s a ball full of warm air that probably contains all the flu germs. See how torn I am? I’m such a jinxing funsucker homebody. Did I tell you we spent an entire winter with the voms, and then realized it was because of our frequenting the local Burger King playground in the winter? Just sayin. We stopped going, and they stayed well. We’re less likely to turn into zombies when that big zombie apocalypse happens that I’ve been waiting for. Avoid the enclosed playgrounds, in the winter people.) Digression.
We saw the livestock. Took in all the sights. It was one of the most fun nights we’ve had in a long time.
You know those people with the overstimulated, screaming kids at 8:30 pm on a school night? The ones with the kids who aren’t tall enough to ride a certain attraction, and want to go in three different directions? The ones holding massive blow up prizes the size of their house, and preserving those stupid free balloons they hand out, and the parents are on edge because they know if one escapes, it will be the end of the last bit of sanity they’re holding on to due to the ultimate meltdown? The ones with the mom who has crazy hair and a frumpled shirt because she has static electricity, and all three kids have skinned knees because at some point, all three of them fell and now everyone is staring at them? That was us. And I was reminded that our kids are still very young, and even that was okay. Because sometimes, it’s fun to do something beyond the norm.
Meh, I’d rather have the crying kids than spewing ones.
So we bought them a giant cookie to split, and called it a day. Yep. They had a giant cookie for dinner. Because they passed out in the car ride, on the way home.
It’s nights like these, of fun and lights and glitter and overstimulated, sugar-overdosed screaming children, without the flu who survived a potential rogue ferris wheel catastrophe that memories are made of.
Life is short, and I don’t intend to spend it all, working.
Do you guys go to the fair? What are some of your own favorite memories? Have an amazing Friday, friends!