I made a discovery over the month of March while my happy little family was here. There is a reason why whoever or whatever it was that created us - personally I lean towards Pluto and the gang - made it so that we had our babies in our 20s.
It's the only time in our lives that we have enough energy for them.
They left. I got sick. My nose ran like a leaky tap. I had a dry cough. I shivered. My eyes felt like someone was sticking hot pokers in them. And then because clearly Pluto and the gang felt that wasn't enough, my stomach and
all those things that go with it decided to join in on the fun. My sister-in-law played doctor.
"I think it's exhaustion."
"Like, movie star exhaustion?"
"Well, I think it's more like chasing 3 and 4 year olds around exhaustion but if you want to call yourself a movie star, you can."
I'm suffering from movie star exhaustion.
Stills from my month long movie career -
Tara and FatCat. Their mutual dislike for one another is legendary around here. I had to immortalize this strange moment.
Middle of March and the temperatures were in the 70s. The girls and I took advantage of it and went for a visit to the park.
Who needs water for a watering can when you have sand available.
Playing a game of "where did my feet go, Grandma?" (Don't even ask how much sand I ate when their feet "appeared" again)
A Wizard of Oz event. Here's the girls and Su's "peanut" Avah, joining us for the day, making puppets.
Is this just not the creepiest looking bank you've ever seen?
Searching for "poppies" outdoors.
A trip to Wizard World with the largest indoor amusement park - if you're small or an exhausted movie star - that this city has ever seen. Keep climbing girl.
And you'll be rewarded once you've made it to the top.
If my little sister can do it...
So can I.
Tara and Jay deciding to take each other on in the "gladiator ring." I'm amazed that I managed to stop laughing long enough to take the picture.
Taking a break after a long, tiring, but well worth it day.
