Jenny On the Spot

Partay! Partay! Partay!

Hang on… What’s that? What’d you say? Oh. Yeah. Spring break, spring schmake.

I’m a mom… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. A Miz-utha in her mid 30’s… with 3 kids… and a minivan… with chocolate milk stains on the carpet… The “new car” smell has been overtaken by the “french fry” smell… The snot of my children’s runny noses is my “bling”… The “sparkle” in my eye is actually glitter from my 5 year olds’ latest art project… I know. I know. It’s overwhelming.

Today was our first day of spring break, and what’d we do? We hit the roller rink, yo! At ONE O’Clock IN THE AFTERNOON - snap! You are telling yourself, “Dude. She. Is. A. Party. Animal. The Roller rink at nap time?! That is hard-core! She is one hard-core Mutha’!” Roaaaaarrrrrr!

I’m sayin’. You don’t even know. But if you DO know… then… You Know… ya know?

So, I think my 5 year old was hit-on by a boy for the first time whilst we wuz rollin’ at the rink. He was prolly a whole 7 years old. Maybe 8.

I have to give the girl props. Olivia can roller blade. The girl has serious skillz. She still hasn’t surpassed the flamin’ hot skillz of her mother… but I better watch my back. There is no way I’m gonna let some “little girl” steal the limelight from me. No. Way. Next time that kid is gonna tell ME IIIIIII am a good skater. I digress… a lot.

So, this cute lil’ fella rolls by my girl and says, “Hey. You’re a really good skater.” She coolly replied, “Thank you.”

It is true. She IS. She was one of the smallest kids there, but her ability towered over her small frame. Really, if ya’ll saw her, you would have pointed and smiled and your jaws might have even become elongated for a time - because she has some serious roller-blading skillz. Serious. Impressive. Dyno-miiiiiiiiiiite.

I was pretty jealous proud. My little girl is growing up. She is showing great athletic potential. She may not be able to walk barefoot without gouging out an eye, but put those feet on wheels and set the wheels on a hard-slick surface and it’s like poetry… with 2 turntables and a microphone! Watching her reminded me of… of… me… on the dance floor. I’m not sure how I feel about this. What about me? What about me????!!!