Clear Epic

I did it. I cried at least half a dozen times, but Prayse had her first experience away from me. She did great hanging out with our friends and their two children. I was nervous because she was fussy in the morning but she took a nap with Miss Andrea and happily hung out until Daddy came.

I will say, however that even though she was her normal rock star self, it was not worth leaving her. I love athletics, almost all of them, but the next time someone asks me to play golf and I even think about saying yes, just slap me. More importantly, if anyone out there sees me stepping into a golf cart with my friend Z, you have my permission to tackle me! Friends do not let friends ride in golf carts with Z! What is it boys (yes, I’m using the term “boys” intentionally here) and anything with a motor?All of you listen up and listen good: THIS IS NOT NASCAR AND YOU ARE NOT JEFF GORDON!!!!!

Let me set the stage, we had three people to this one small cart. Two men and me, and somehow I was the one perched on the edge (PERCHED, not sitting). You may think I’m exaggerating and let me tell you I wish I was. So Mr. Wanna Be Race Car Driver thought that it would be super fun to take this cart as fast as it could go (which is surprisingly fast, I had no idea) down the hills and around the hairpin turns. It’s all fine and dandy until you suddenly come upon a bridge and can’t make the turn and a certain new mama flys off the golf cart, off the bridge, and into the weeds. You’re lucky I didn’t land in the water with the turtles! I actually had time to think in the air “This is gonna hurt” before I landed.

I’m sure it was pretty funny as Z laughed about it for the next three hours (in between calling me beautiful and buying me chocolate, trying to get himself out of trouble). Personally, I just wanted to go leave and get my daughter and some Tylenol in that order. So this morning as I sit here bruised, battered, and well… not broken thank goodness but sore as all-get-out, I’m thinking that the next time I leave my daughter I’ll make sure it’s actually worth it… maybe to get a massage.