Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Feeling Stressed Out? Try A Bouncy House.

Today I decided that I did not want to feel like my head was going to explode by the end of the day.

That's how I've been feeling lately with all the decisions, changes, and frustrations that have come along with finishing the new house. I feel so incredibly lucky to have this opportunity, one I never thought I would experience in my life. Today I was talking to my favorite contractor of all time, Chris, about the tile he will be installing for us, and as we walked by a closet I just had to stop and marvel at it. I explained to him how amazing this closet (the game closet in the family room) seems to me, someone who grew up in old houses that were seriously lacking in organized storage space. This thing was a work of art. A closet. With shelves. That were exactly where I decided they should go. It's these little parts of building a home that I love the most.

But closet awe aside, I am soooo looking forward to finishing this thing. I have laid awake at night for almost a week in a row trying to decide how things should look, what wood will look best on the baseboards, what color of penny round tile to put in the kid's bathroom (green, orange, or multi colored?), and it's slowly killing me.

So this morning, since Jack had the day off preschool, I decided he and I needed to do something where I couldn't be hunched over my laptop searching the web for answers to all my housebuilding questions. So I took him to his favorite bouncy house place. I didn't tell him where we were going, and he got a little cranky when I tried to make him guess, but when we pulled up in front of the place he gave me his classic "I be so excited!" You have to pay extra to play on the equipment with the kids, but I decided I needed a little juvenile fun myself, so I paid my entrance fee and ran around acting like a fool for an hour and a half. Here's some photos:

I had to beg Jack to stay still for a few photos, but he was pretty much a blur the whole time we were bouncing our brains out.

This is a happy Jack move. Don't know what it means, but I know it's good.

A smile like this is definitely worth the price of admission!

Did it work? Yes, I felt so much better, and it was fun to play with Jack and give him my undivided attention (and, believe me, my attention has been divided, multiplied, and subtracted like crazy in the last few days).

There's nothing like acting like a kid to make you feel like one again.


Kate Bailey said...

I be so happy, too. That looks like a blast! Give me a couple of years and I'll give it a try. I don't really feel like jumping while holding a 16 pound baby!