As I was walking up 79 stairs in my bare feet holding a foam mat to ride down the Dolphin Dash water slide at Zoombezi Bay for the third time, it dawned on me that now that I'm out of this humongous whirlwind of a life, I haven't even blogged since Spring Break. My schedule became so full, I broke out into hives from the stress of having to be in 3 different places at once. One Monday, my husband and I were sitting on the couch with no kids around and nothing to do, someone (meaning me, yes I'll admit) had the bright idea to go visit a gymnastics place. The girls had been begging us for a long time to go back to gymnastics but we just haven't been able to afford it. But this place offers fundraising so some or all of the cost could be relieved from out of pocket. We liked the place so much, we signed on that night. What little did we know, the month of May was going to be the most stressful month we've ever had! We had school, gymnastics, cheer, Girl Scouts, camping, horseback riding, violin lessons, appointments and year-end parties all scheduled during the month of May. Memorial Day weekend came and my schedule came to a screeching halt. The only thing we have going on now is gymnastics and cheerleading.
Introducing the newest members of Rock Solid Academy:
Marcella is on the gymnastics team...
And Ellen is on the "mini" cheerleading team...
Mondays through Thursdays in the evenings have been spoken for the next year of our lives.
My Happiness Project
My Happiness Project has taken the way-back burner. I foresee changes and new opportunities coming my way very soon, though. I signed my family up to help decorate the parade float for Rock Solid, I hope to join the parent team and compete in dance and I'm hoping to start a vegetable garden very soon. That always makes me happy. I finally nailed my front tuck on the trampoline, in which I had been a very big chicken over doing for years now. When someone told me I was too old to be doing "that kind of crap", I made it a point to JUST DO IT and one day, I did. I refuse to allow someone to call me too old to do anything and I won't let my children ever see me give up on something I'm too scared to do. I've been out there doing cartwheels and hand stands with my girls just to show them that Mom can still be "cool" and young.... at least young-at-heart. I probably look like a fool and I really have no business tumbling around on a mat but I don't care. I miss being a kid again.