It's true, being a mom has officially changed my perspective on just about everything - including 4th of July fireworks. Last year at this time I was with a co-worker, driving to downtown Milwaukee, and running (literally!) towards the lakefront in desperate hopes of catching the fireworks. The gorgeous, magical fireworks.
This year? Well....bah humbug.
This year, the fireworks are a complete nuisance. Instead of wishing I was out enjoying the festivities, I find myself wondering why there isn't a curfew for these sorts of things. I mean, Aiden's bedtime is 8 o'clock...can't we be done making loud obnoxious noises by then? Is it necessary to blast off stupid little firecrackers at 10 pm? Don't these people know that my baby is trying to sleep?
I'm ready to label this holiday the most annoying holiday of all. I'm also ready for it to be over, which it's really not even close. If we're speaking in technical terms, it has even started yet.
I'm going to attempt to put my disdain for the holiday aside tomorrow morning and take Aiden to a parade. We're just gonna check out the lame old Delafield festivities considering he won't really care all that much anyway. Maybe next year we'll put some real effort into finding a bad-ass parade somewhere. I'm also going to try to enjoy some of these horrendous fireworks with Tom tomorrow evening, however I may just take out a giant firehose and spoil everybodys fun.
(What? That doesn't look like me with a giant firehose?)
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