My kids are really good at guilt trips. My oldest daughter especially. She just starts going on about "good Moms would do this" or "it's your responsibility..." Well, I got guilt tripped into going to a mass ascension this morning. I'm pretty obsessed about the balloons. I'm just not into crowd surfing. I'm not into getting up at 4am. I'm not into bad weather. I'm not into my husband being gone hunting and taking the kids by myself. This guilt trip I got hit with "grandpa came her to see balloons." OK, fine. I'll take you to the stupid fiesta!
This is what I looked like at 4:30 am this morning when my alarm went off!
This is how grumpy about the entire situation I was. I told the kids that if they thought I was getting up even earlier so that I could go around and wake them all up and then find appropriate clothing for them, they had better think again. I was getting my sorry behind out of bed, heading for the car and leaving. If you weren't in the car, you weren't going. Was what I was threatening....until I realized that Jared would be perfectly happy with that outcome and choose not to come.
The kids got up - actually Emma went around and woke everyone up. I had to wake up grandpa though because he is very skittish in his sleep- a side effect of war. On the silent early morning drive I decided to give out one more vital piece of information. "You better decided right now what you want for breakfast because if you think I'm standing in 6 different lines this morning you better think again." This is when Emma informed me that next year she would take the kids herself and leave me at home because I was too grumpy.
Not one of my finer "holy woman" moments. Every time I get super grumpy I think that about how I'm supposed to be the one setting the tone and creating magical moments for my children.....then I think birds are supposed to start signing or something. I have weaknesses and grumpiness is most certainly one of my biggest ones. Then of course you add in jealousy of the cheery moms and there's another weakness.
We soldiered on and managed to get everyone breakfast from one tent. Hallelujah! After I had my breakfast burrito I was happy and Emma was the grump. I gave her a hard time and Jared said "yeah, you know Mom is grumpy until she gets food and then she's fine. Just a little Heathsmash when she's hungry." I have a bit of a reputation ;)
Below is a picture of us leaving.....because Jared was grumpy about cold not mixing with nerve pain and how he was going to die if we didn't take him home instantly. Just look at how many people you have to swim thru. That was why I didn't want to go. Ick! Adding a wheelchair for Jared into the mix is double ick!
We managed to have a good time, despite all the grumpiness. I found out something about myself today though. Jordyn refused to take any pictures with me. It finally came out that she would take a pic with me if I would take off my hat. Apparently I was not looking fashionable and I was all together embarrassing. I'm not sure I have ever embarrassed her before. We've reached a new level. Emma comforted me by saying "well, at least you know she will never lie to you about how you look." Thanks, MJ. Comforting, very comforting. Guess what? I didn't have a stitch of make-up on either and *whispering* I didn't brush my hair either -thus the hat! Dude! Aint nobody want to do that at 4:30 in the morning to tromp around on a field.
I'm sure some of these balloons have made it to the blog before, but oh well. I saw them again this year, so you get to too.
Ethan wanted to make sure we got a picture of the balloon that we stood around waiting for forever to be inflated and finally gave up and left because Jared was ready to die. So, here's the balloon:
Here's what I looked like while waiting for said balloon and enduring all the commentary on cold nerves. hahaha
We also were waiting for the balloon right next to the princess stagecoach to inflate - the Jordan balloon. That one took forever as well. Sometimes there begins to be too much balloon traffic so the balloons on the ground can't fully inflate because the other balloons are flying in their air space. As we were driving away MJ managed to snap a photo of it - btw she took most of the photos. She needed some for the school newspaper that she puts together.
When I snapped the below picture of Annabelle the dairy cow, I knew the name of this post.
How do I prefer to enjoy this yearly event?
From the comfort of home. We don't get the balloons over our house every year, but this year 2 of the days they flew right over us. The above picture was taken on Thursday or Friday. Sad how I can't remember. My days all just blur into one.
Watching the balloons from my house is pretty darn spectacular. We got to extend our field fun because the balloons followed us home today.
This was the view 2 minutes from our house. 15 balloons landed at the bottom of our street this morning.
I wrote about a funny pajama item that we found in a Christmas catalog last year. It was called the pajoncho. The pajama poncho. We were wishing we had one today so we could go from fiesta (balloon fiesta -waka waka) to siesta. Just like their little catch phrase said we should. I received that catalog in the mail last week and was sad to see that there was not a need for such a thing anymore - probably because they realized that every poncho is a blanket!
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