I had hopes, I had dreams, I fantasized, that I would be able to take my two boys to the circus and that we would have a good time and that I would watch Lil Hoff light up at the lights, and noises, and animals. That I would feel like I had won the "Mom of the Year" award when we left, because I had created the perfect night. Oh, how I had hopes.
Then reality slapped me in the face, and made me realize that I have this guy to contend with. (my hopes had not been crushed when this picture was taken)
This little guy didn't like the circus, didn't like the lights, didn't like the noise, and did not like the animals.
We tried, we really did....
But through the lions, clowns, elephants, and acrobats, he was not having it. What he was having (and I list in no particular order)
- Fits
-Rage
-Fits with rage
-Hungry fits
-Boredom fits
-Confined to tight quarter fits
-Upset that the boy behind us has Doritos and he does not fits
-Mommy won't let me play with her camera fits
-Mommy won't let me tear my book up fits
-Mommy in general is making me mad fits
-Mommy won't let me run away fits
-Mommy is trying to hold me fits
-Mommy is handing me off to daddy fits
-Daddy is no fun fits
-Mommy is ignoring me when Daddy is trying to give me back to her fits
and the cycle continued until the ring leader announced that we will be dismissing for a intermission. Oh glorious intermission when the crowds parted and we bid our good bye to the circus and mom's hopes, dreams, and fantasies.
Althought I did get to see a elephant AND Farmboy and I treated ourselves to ice cream afterwards. We felt like we deserved it. So overall not a complete loss.
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