The Show Will Go On

"Back up,don't get so close to the fireworks," I snap.


"Don't run too close to each other with your sparklers," I warn.


"Holy shit, you're going to set the yard on fire, run!" I scream.

My oldest (and best listener) staying completely still per my request while he "enjoyed" his sparkler.

That was me being a totally un-fun mom at our impromptu Fourth of July fireworks on our driveway.  It wasn't pretty.

It was all fun, new and frightening to baby Wade.

I think this past couple weeks I've really proven something.  Yeah, that something is the fact that I suck in crisis.  I am referencing my cursing tirade at the scene of my sweet boy's arm-breaking fall of course (story here). 


I always relied on the fact that I might not handle the day-to-day stresses so great, but when the shit hit the fan, I was gold.  You just lost your job?  I was the type of girl (or so I thought) that would tell you "no worries, we are together and in love, we'll make it through anything."  My crazy mother is in the hospital (again)?  After a few tears, I would pull it together and make sure everyone was taken care of and the "right thing" was done.


But now my faith in my abilities has been rocked.


After JT broke his arm, I became one of those people.  Those worry wart people I used to judge and feel sorry for.  I used to watch those people and pray for their sake they could lighten up and not worry about everything.  Because worry sucks.  Especially worry about things we can't control, about people we love.  




The Fourth of July is not a holiday for people dealing with any kind of parenting anxiety.  Especially during a record setting heat wave with a near dead (but hopefully coming back to life) yard.


My husband, Tim, thought it would be fun to do fireworks in our driveway this year.  I worried about the dry yard conditions, the children getting burned, the house getting set on fire, etc.  Everyone had fun, despite my extreme worry and fun sucking gripes.

Obviously they think almost setting the neighbor's yard on fire is hilarious. 

My scary what-if visions and anxiety seemed to hit an all-time high on the fourth.  Now my worry lessons each day.  I still pray for those people that over worry constantly. But I will not stay in this place for too long.  It will fade, at least until the next crisis.  Which I  will handle with all kinds of bad words, screams and fun sucking.  That's just how I roll people.  The show will go on, this I know for sure.


What else I know for sure (this week):


I am psyched for the Olympics.  This is the official video and if this doesn't make you want to train or compete in something or at least get you pumped to watch the Olympics, I don't want to be your friend.  I'm kidding (sort of).  Just watch, it is awesome.

It's hot.  Like crazy hot, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you.  We've been trying to beat the heat indoors with Just Dance Wii parties, card games and painting projects.

I'm not going to lie, my husband and I love watching crime dramas on TV.  And we are happy, but sad too, that the final six episodes of The Closer starts on Monday.  It will be sad to say good-bye to Brenda, but thank god we still have the new season of The Good Wife this fall.

It's been a crazy couple weeks in pop culture.  First Ann Curry's awkward exit from The Today Show. Yikes.  Now TomKat?  I mean I'm not surprised by either.  But I am indeed surprised by Katie's hutzpah.  I'm Team Katie all the way.


Waterproof casts are the bomb.  Summer is officially back in session since JT got his fancy cast on this week.  He is able to swim in the pool and I worry a tiny bit less about all the wrestling.  

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What do you know for sure (this week)?