I mean, what's more fun than draining your bank account, clogging your arteries, and biting your nails in fear as your kid goes on the ricketiest rides you've ever seen? Nothing. Nothing is more fun, I tell you.
I admit it. I pretty much loathe going on the rides. Ever since having children, I am one of those boring people who feels sick on them, kinda woozy and dizzy and blah. No, I won't actually vomit, but yes, I feel like I will. I know, it officially makes me a lame parent, but whatever. I let my husband win in this department. He takes her on all the cool rides, while I stand with her on the carousel trying to focus on one thing so I'm not the girl who spews her $5 funnel cake everywhere. Wouldn't want to waste it, after all. Just kidding, guys. jk.
Plus, there's this great excuse--I have to stand with Lucy. You know, the kid who isn't big enough for rides yet. So I'll milk it until next year, when I actually have to get on those god-forsaken things with child #2 as the "responsible adult".
|(and hated every second of it. pretended i liked it for my kid--really wanted to die. probably saying, "do you love it, Em? mommy doesn't! but glad you're having fun!" (as my stomach does flip flops)|
They're junky and filled with nasty food, but I love the loud music, I like stepping on gross, sticky sno-cones (not), I like seeing people from high school (just kidding. only some of them.), and I mostly just like seeing my kid happy on the tacky old rides.
At one point, a few fairs back (like, last week, hahaha), Declan and I just looked at each other and said, "how is that actually fun?" It was so lame, this one ride. And yet, all the kids had smiles on their faces. Well, sort of.
I guess they're easy to please.
|(that's my "trying to maintain composure" face. one wrong move and I'm down for the count, man)|
Anyway. I might go up a pant-size because this week we have at least one more fair that I know of. Yes, one more. And yes, we're going. We always do. The funnel cake will wonder where we are, and I refuse to disappoint. And of course we'll wash it down with a fresh squeezed fair lemonade---the size of my head.