This Guest Post brought to you by the sweet, funny and perpetually confused “Miley” (totally not her name) from Musings of a Confused Woman. Angel that she is, she stepped right up when I asked for someone to write for you today, while I continue to ply myself with Vitamin C, NyQuil, Tylenol and self pity. *sniff, sniff, cough, cough*
In this case, getting a head cold isn’t a bad thing, though, because it allowed me to meet “Miley”! So, stand by for more spontaneous pleas for Guest Posts, folks. I’m gonna drag you lurkers out of the shadows one way or the other, even if I have to sacrifice my health to do it! *sniff, sniff, cough, cough…*
Hey y’all, Ri has been super gracious to let me have a guest blogger spot here today – I’m super psyched! I love her because she loves Liz Phair, among other Indie artists and that means she rocks. Since she’s a “music” blogger (among other things!), I thought I would share a story about how I’m the best mom EVER. I know, it sounds totally unrelated. I promise, it’s not.
Once upon a time, I grew up in a family that didn’t have a lot of money. Once I was old enough to have a job, I had to spend the majority of my time babysitting my little brothers, which meant that none of that money could be spent on concerts. Then, I got pregnant (and quickly married) at 19. Enter baby #1 – The Beave.
I worked an opposite shift from my (now former) husband, which meant I was basically a single mom. Babysitters didn’t happen. That would be a whole blog series in itself, so I’ll just leave it there. A little under 4 years later, I had the Munchkin. Then I got divorced. Do y’all see how I didn’t have the opportunity to go to a concert very often?
Enter 2008. I’m divorced. I’m 28. I have two kids. I STILL have not gone to a concert. I was supposed to go on one of those rare days when the ex had the kiddos but things kept happening.
Enter 2009. (I KNOW!!) The rodeo came to Houston. YEEEHAW!! No, I’m NOT from Texas but I have been properly infiltrated in my short time here. So, it’s March 2009, a few short weeks before my 29th birthday. Keep in mind I have lived in Texas less than 3 years, I do NOT live in the city of Houston but in a suburb 20 miles outside of town and I don’t go places by myself. A friend of mine got me and the kids tickets on the 26th row of Reliant Stadium to see… THE JONAS BROTHERS. At this time, I have a 5 and a half year old girl and a 9 year old boy. I can deal with the Jo Bros. They are actual musicians, so I don’t mind their music.
Y’all, I made it to Reliant Stadium, parked AND made it to the rodeo WITHOUT GETTING LOST. My son has some sensory integration issues and has problems with sounds and the touch of things. He isn’t very “demonstrative” and doesn’t have fun very often. My daughter is Little Miss Fearless but she won’t do things if she thinks it’s “not cool”. She’s very prissy and all about doing what’s “popular”. Oh, and she talks like a valley girl.
I, on the other hand, am somewhere between the two of them.
Reliant, however, is built in the place where the old Astroworld Six Flags park was. My dad lived in the Houston area when I was a kid so we were there often. The sky bridge over the interstate is the same and I had a strange sense of déjà vu when I walked over it. As we approached the end, I realized… OMG!! There’s a HILL at the end of this sky bridge! The kids MUST roll down it! And roll they did. My son actually laughed. He maybe laughs once a year and he laughed SO HARD rolling down the hill. My daughter dusted herself off and asked if we could do it again. During the concert, I saw my little girl transform from a 5 year old into a 13 year old teeny bopper (am I the only old fogie who uses that word still?) and my son danced and sang along as well. On the way home, without a tour guide, when I made it back to my area WITHOUT GETTING LOST, I realized something.
Holy crap! It’s been under a year and I have successfully “made it” as a single mom!!
As my reward, I met my best friend in Louisiana the next weekend for a concert to celebrate our birthdays. It was Better Than Ezra. That’s another story, though…
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