Staying in the middle.
I received the best Mother's Day gift EVER. A trampoline! My legs are sore and my laundry is not done, but I have had the time of my life the past few days. Don't tell my mom, she will be worried I will break something
The Trampoline....the perfect gift it is. I know that sounds like Yoda but if you have ever jumped on one I'm sure you understand. We put the trampoline together, spring by spring until it was finished . I had to take a quick jump before we put the enclosure on the base. It was everything it should be....it got my stomach, like driving over a hill to fast. The mesh smelt of baby dolls at Christmas. My feet left the springy black mesh and returned again and again like I had always imagined. Aww...but after the puppies and daisies of my wishes fulfilled I must tell the rest of the story.
For those of you who do not have kids or have not even thought about a trampoline in years, an enclosure is now what is available to safe guard yourself from falling into harms way while jumping. You can flail about like a fool and still (hopefully) remain safe and snug on the black mesh cloud of childhood dreams. So here we go, we open the box of the Sky walker Safety enclosure and ....... 1.) there are no instructions, yes we read instructions, 2.) there is no netting.... that would be the safety I had promised myself and my child. I'm like a participant of “Circus of the Stars”, I need NETTING. I can't daily sport a cast in my real life. Why is it not all here?.......
I have a few words for people that return USED things to a store thinking the are going to stick it to the man, or sneak one by and put themselves a few dollars ahead.....SHAME ON YOU, SHAME, SHAME, SHAME.. Shame on you for stealing my netting and trying to pass off a few duck taped foam guards and still getting your money back. You are not sticking to the man you are sticking it to the next unsuspecting person that happens to purchase you shamefully returned goods. The next unsuspecting person would be me and the goods would be my Mother's Day present. SHAME.
The shameful person will not know that now, I HAVE TO JUMP IN THE MIDDLE! I have to be supervised! And for the next few days until a replacement enclosure is found I have to be afraid of taking a spill after a perfectly executed toe touch or butt bounce.... what the heck. AGGGH, they will never know! and wherever they are with MY netting I hope they are safe.... so safe that they jump close to the edge and.....will still be OK, because that is how I roll, I hope they are safe...so there. Take that.
But to repeat, I have had the time of my life the past few days. I love my mesh cloud of childhood dreams and I love my husband for realizing I'm mature enough to jump in the middle... and for that I thank him.
And come on over and jump... just stay in the middle for now.