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(Think Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock's Vertigo level of panic.)
"MAN! MAN DOWN THERE! I WANT DOWN NOW! GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOOOOOOW!"
There was no doubt I had made a mistake and I wanted everyone within a 5 mile radius to know it. The carny's cigarette nearly fell from his mouth as he clamored to decide if it was best to reverse the wheel, or let me go around the horn. (Do those things even go in reverse?) Finally, white knuckled, I made it to good ole' terra firma, and haven't attempted the ferris wheel again--- 'til I had children (metaphorically, at least).
Having children (especially special needs children), much like my ferris wheel ride, often does not go as planned. I was acutely reminded of that the first day of school. Whenever my son is thrust into a new situation, like all of us, he freaks out-- but his freak-outs go to 11. In situations like this, I try to remember the British--
But then I remember I'm not English, I'm effing Irish. (Especially when "that" lady takes it upon herself to inform me I'm in the wrong carpool lane at my child's school and I want to punch her in her Cheshire Cat mug and say something like, "Thanks for the signage, Bitch!")
But instead I just sip this:
...and try to do this:
...and dream about these days:
...and focus on later:
...and then I remind myself to stop thinking in pinterest:
...which also reminds me that my birthday is coming up, and I need to make a birthday folder on pinterest:
What are your phobias?
What does your dream KEEP CALM poster say?