But you know what?? I already named a post that years ago! And that was because we went to a trampoline park and we jumped for our love. I’m pretty sure we followed that up with Shady Glen burgers, fries, and extra pickles. Jumping makes me hungry. Also, for the love of all that is hungry and holy, listen to this video and its words. And maybe go jumping.
You can’t deny that my hair is made for jumping, even if it’s wrapping around my neck like a noose in the above photo. Actually, whenever I go get my hair cut, I start to loosen the salon robe thingy (what’s it called?) and she always asks if it’s too tight, but it never really is. I just think it is. I could never wear chokers and I could never wear a tie or bow tie. I’d tear it off, not unlike Des did after these pictures were taken. You can tell by his face, right? He’s usually much more delightful.
And I think I’m meaning to be in more pictures. I have to sort of nudge my family members to remember this, after nearly seven years of me being behind the camera. In fact, one of the only insults (or how I took it to be at the time) I’ve ever gotten on my blog was from a woman – who didn’t know me – who said it looked like I had less fun, always behind the camera and never joining in the fun. Well to her I say, “Who the heck are you anyway? I spend my life balancing it all.”
How often do I take pictures of rides and jumps and bounces and coasters and fairs and farms and puppy dog tales and LOVE, but I’m behind the scenes, where I sometimes want to be? And then sometimes, and often, I really, really want to be HERE.
There’s the other woman (or man) who didn’t know me and insulted me – in my opinion, anyway – because she wanted more posts like these, instead of work posts. Well to her I say, “Who the heck are you anyway? I spend my life balancing it all.”
And so, how did we find ourselves here? I spent the weekend with small and hidden pleasures. I sank down into a movie theater – ALONE – and saw Bad Moms at night. I didn’t even get popcorn – I just sank down in bliss. The movie wasn’t perfect and there were certainly things I’d change for and with the characters, but damn, that movie had me cracking up and cheering at parts. The whole end montage is fantastic – both in the movie – and the one with the actors in their mothers.
Then this morning dawned argumentative and frustrating – so we thought of things to do – and lost privileges to some things (ahem, kids) and finally found ourselves going through a corn maze and jumping on a magnificent jumping pillow. Ever been?
I got ice cream once this weekend (cookie dough and moose tracks with rainbow sprinkles from Village Green, for those who play along), I had two couch naps, and I recovered from the first week of school. I had recovered from my Alaskan jet lag just in time to be bowled over by school and the details, anxieties, and rough mornings it brings. Things are still sparkly and hopeful and I walk around generally amazed at my own ability to stand, and at all the wonderful people I get to see in three different places: Scarlet’s school, Des’ new nursery school, and the one day a week he still has at his daycare of two years. Because damnit, I have all sorts of feelings, and I’m terrible at letting go. And why do it if you don’t have to do it, right?
I survived ok. I did much better than I did with kindergarten, and worse than I had done with the first day/week of first grade. Who knows why? There was one day last week – Thursday – and it was hot and humid and people were swarming and the parking situation was a bit rough, and I felt the world sway a bit. That’s a big sign of anxiety for me. I took a deep breath and just took in the good feelings and I was fine when Scarlet came out. Whatever this is, it’s deep and ancient and only partly explored and I don’t know if it will ever be fully explored? You have all been with me through some of these battles. I don’t get it with Des so whatever it is is attached to Scarlet – or much more likely – her school. I think it can be a good thing, though. Maybe I’m more open and letting all the feelings in and out a little better. Maybe I’m putting myself out there.
And in other news, Scarlet started soccer with Cassidy as one of her coaches! Two of her best friends are on the team, as well as two potential great friends, and it makes me giggle. They all seemed really focused, though. So I think it will be great.
And in other, other news, I spilled butter on my shirt at dinner so I just took my shirt off and ate dinner in my bra. Wheee! I love being an adult. Then we all heard a splash because the cat fell into the toilet. So things are situation normal.