This would be a picture of my girls trusting in our decisions for their future.
Don't think I wasn't singing some stupid Katy Perry song here......... because I was seemingly trying to ease them into the bump and grind of the elevator shaft to the top of the arch. The St. Louis Arch that is...
I really just wanted to tell them, shit, I feel the same way about making decisions for them.
I feel like I am 16 trying to make them feel comfortable when I'M supposed to be the one in charge. Can I share with them I don't feel quite capable and confident in guiding them? Probably not. Instead, we forge forward to another adventure where we cry, gripe and wipe our brow that we made it through another incident without passing out. I call this good parenting that no one died or passed out.
Has anyone walked those motherfucking stairs to the top of the ARCH? Because, HOLY HANNA, I was looking for the handicapped ramp but instead, my fat quivering ass climbed each and every one, trying to look calm and control while thinking, I want to cut the person who made this damn, "Gateway" for all to come, see and master. Because I'm barely mastering your fucking 96 steps to the top.
WE MADE IT!
We finally set off for adventures in babe-land on Thursday morning. We conquered massive feats at the St. Louis Arch. Hence, their I'm going to pee my pants in this fucking egg to this top photo op.
Do you see us waving at you from the heavens? Probably not because I was the one making sure I didn't make a fool of myself while rolling down the arch from lack of inner-ear balance. Man, it really is hard playing like you have your shit in check whileyour kids are looking to you for guidance. Instead, I laugh, cajole and cheer our/my fear of heights. Thankfully I didn't roll down 60 feet of steel and metal. Because THAT would be awkward.
Instead, we ended the evening out with friends, food and water play.
Nope. Not at all.
Thankfully, she is a shy little flower.
Since I'm the laziest bitch known to man, I'll share the rest of our travels at a later date. Only to let you know that tomorrow the girls start a new school in which I became the Jan Brady of all committees and clubs.
I say this because this is what Rich named me as I signed up for homeroom parent on meet the teacher day at the girls new school. and because I was sweating Vodka out of my pores from staying up until 3am to do laundry when we arrived at 12:30am from our long cross-country travels. and also because I JUST had to know what was going on in Big Brother-land.
Next up? I'll share the first day of school as well as my keen sense of money-finding skills in which I may or may not have found $40 on the streets of Chicago and was set up in having to teach a lesson of finders-keepers, losers weepers or return money to someone who didn't have their name engraved on the bills.
nevermind, yes, I kept the dough.
because the mean streets of Chicago are quite expensive.