I was at this old Victorian-style house for a party with my entire extended family. We were all acting really classy, because it was a nice house and there were waiters carrying around cheese and crackers. Also, there were two slides in the main room -- a regular slide and a water slide.
I actually have a fear of water slides. I will ride the tallest, meanest roller coaster all day if you give me the chance, but I will not do water slides. I don't mind them if I have an inner tube, but if it's just me and the slide...no.
- My back could be destroyed by a loose nail sticking up out of the slide
- I can't see where I'm going or what's going to happen if I lie down completely horizontally, as is required by most water parks
- Water could get in my eyes or up my nose and I won't be able to breathe
- I could get a wedgie. I could get a huge wedgie.
Anyway, everyone was really enjoying themselves at this party when a middle-aged woman got up in front of everyone and said the reason we were all here was to give the house one last hurrah, because it was going to be torn down. Like everyone else at this get-together, I was pretty devastated. And I looked up at the water slide and decided that if this was going to be my last chance to ride a water slide in an old Victorian mansion, then by God I was going to do it.
So I took Molly with me up to the rafters, planning on having her in my lap for the slide (I think this was for my benefit, not hers. Bad mother or worst mother?). I got myself all situated and was about to take off....when I woke up.
So that was a close call.
You seized the day in your dream! I think that means you're an awesome mom. :)
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