Yellow Slide

Today if I had my way I would have stayed in bed with the pillows over my head and the blanket curled around me like a shroud but I have girls and these girls always tend to have a plan.

I wonder about those people, who say their mothers were so depressed they stayed in bed for days because I have to tell you, any more than five minutes, my kids are jumping on my head. They are not above that. Brute force does make a point.

Today they made me go to a water park. Today I was shot out of a yellow tube that dropped me forty feet in the air and then caught me again. I screamed the whole way down. Today I belly flipped at thirty-seven and yelled across the pool…catch me if you can. And I laughed because my daughter said, we almost drowned wasn’t it wonderful.

I was alive in a world that I wasn’t too pleased with last night, one that made me drip snot out of my nose, made me feel broken. But today like Jesus, Lazarus (and where the hell are the women that rose?) I got up and started again. Today the yellow slide saved me.