First of all, the circus comes to town. I'm giggling already over the circus line. Oh boy, oh boy. I do like me the circus. And after it arrives a tent is pitched. Yeah, a tent was pitched alright. I could go into details here, but this is a family show. Suffice it to say there is a big top (my husband's shoe size is 13, after all).
Next the carnies set up shop. I have four here and around the ages of five through nine they actually look like carnies when they smile. These sly, conniving folks hawk their wares with their gimmicks and rigged games. Have you ever played a board game with these people? Because this isn't my first time on the Merry Go Round I think I have an advantage. There are days when I've been suckered into five game of Trouble just because I refuse to give up until I win. Don’t even try. Promising them anything if they win just prompts the family members watching in heaven to give them superpowers of unbeatable odds.
Keeping up with these roustabouts is difficult, too. All the cleaning and maintenance of my home is useless when it consistently looks like an amusement park. Walking the tight rope is a good way to describe navigating the treacherous terrain of the living room after the kids have played there for the afternoon.
Then there is the crap food. Well, that would be here the day before grocery shopping. And besides, if I don't invent deep fried leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes someone else will do it. And some poor sap will pay money to try it.
Speaking of frightening images, there's the ol' fat lady. She shows up after every holiday associated with chocolate or food. Oh wait. Screw it, that's all of them. Well, we really don't have to talk about her.
The fun house mirror. Ah, yes. Most mirrors have this flaw when you stand in front of them, but none is more apparent than first thing in the morning. And after a late night with a few glasses of wine. And maybe some tent pitching.
Which leads us to the animals. Again, I have four that walk on two legs and two that walk on four. Fur, long girly hair, body smells and a fascination with body functions all lead to the animals they are. It's also painfully obvious about an hour before dinner time when they want to start gnawing on their own arms.
Life is one big rollercoaster ride. There are high points and lows, ups and downs. Sometimes it's fun and sometimes it's scary as hell where I just hold on for dear life until it passes out of the blackened tunnel and smoothes out into the warm sunshine.
Things get rusty and we oil them. The attractions come and go with the changing times (diapering a baby on the grocery store floor, dealing with the first serious boyfriend). I will say there's a lot of laughter and entertainment though, and it's worth buying the ticket and staying for the free show which changes, thankfully, every day. So, for this I am pleased and proud to be the ringleader.