A Trip To The Zoo & Cranium Goo

Last week I volunteered to be a responsible parent on my daughter's kindergarten class trip to the zoo.

Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking either.

In fact, it didn't really sink in until a few minutes before leaving to catch the big yellow limo to certain insanity.

Proof:

 

And truth be told -- and boy oh boy I love the truth -- most of the time I don't know what I am thinking. Not that I'm blank in the head. In fact my head is chock full of amazing illuminations (some illegal in Tennessee) and I often struggle to turn my mind off just so I can concentrate on the here and now.


Which I know doesn't make much sense to those who don't find that statement familiar but there is something to be said about mind noise and instincts. While instincts alone cannot guarantee survival or success, it is a huge chunk of what keeps me going day to day. Some days more than others. Sometimes it's just mind noise and the instinct is no where to be found. It's just a lot of loud noise and those days aren't so easy.

Come closer, I have poo to throw at you.

*sigh* I know this isn't making that much sense except to those who also have the noise in their head.

I was trying to focus on the leaves but the damn tiger kept getting in my way

Would it be inaccurate when I claim that I really have no clue what I'm doing in this parenthood gig? Not really. That said, I'm not doing a horrible job -- she's proof of that. She's an awesome human being though trying to quantify how much of that I'm responsible for is difficult.

Smiling turtle knows your secrets

She's headstrong. She's smart. She's daring. She's never killed a hobo (or at least hasn't been caught). And on top of all that awesomeness, she's also very talented and omfg, she's always singing. She marches to her own drummer but is simultaneously obsessed with people understanding that she is a GIRL not a stinky boy (her words.) Apparently this can only be achieved by adding a princess touch to each and every aspect of her life. There are days I want to gouge my eyes out with a blunt instrument over this entire pink princess business but when I see her practising ninja kicks while wearing a tiara, I put the butter knife down.

And sometimes I just think the pink princess business is the noise in her head. Way to pass the torch momma.

For those wondering how the zoo trip panned out: we came back with the same number of kids we had in the morning. Now I can't claim these were all the SAME kids we went in with but hey, stop being so damn detail oriented.