She's about to Get Her Knickers in a Knot

Back in January, one of two things happened:

1. I hit my head and momentarily lost all common sense.
2. The desire to see my kid do something that makes her happy overtook my desire to be sane.

Whatever the case may be, I signed Alexis up for competitive cheer.

I'll wait a minute while you recover from the shock. I KNOW. It doesn't make any sense.

But! In my defense, I did sign her up for a different sort of competitive cheer. It's not ALL OF THE MONEY and ALL OF THE TIME. It's like competitive cheer lite, I suppose. There are a bunch of valuable life lessons that have come out of it which maybe I'll eventually write, but basically two hours per week and three competitions isn't the nightmare that it could be.

Except, uh, well ... I kinda sorta am escorting Alexis to Las Vegas for a competition this weekend. I fully realize that's 143597 kinds of insane. All of it. It's completely insane. "Competitive cheer lite" shouldn't require hotels and flights and all of that.

But! I'm all in. I'm all in because, you guys, ALEXIS IN VEGAS. I call her "Grandma" for a reason.

We've been in Vegas for like an hour so far, which is just long enough to get to the hotel and grab a snack. As Alexis plopped herself down on the couch, I said, "There is exactly one time in your life that I'm going to tell you that it's okay to eat Cheetos in bed and this is it."

Alexis looked at me.

She looked at the bed.

She looked back at me. WITH HORROR.

"Mom, the comforter is white! I can't eat Cheetos in a bed with a white comforter!"

Grandma Alexis is going to be SO entertaining when she beholds the full glory of Vegas.

Comments

[Mary]

This. This is awesome.