I have a Love/Hate relationship with the trampoline. Up until I had kids, I could not get enough of a trampoline. I had several family members who had them and loved the once-a-year trips to visit just so I could jump on them. Then I had kids…and I discovered the HATE side of the relationship.
First of all? My kids love trampolines as much as I do! Yay! That’s not Hate, that’s AWESOME! Donnie’s parents have one so we get to jump on it every Sunday!
Except for this one simple fact: Sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Probably because I’m old. Sometimes because I’m into good conversation I don’t want to leave. But my kids? ALWAYS WANT TO JUMP. ALWAYS WITH THE JUMPING. FOREVER AND EVER. AMEN.
Thankfully Eli is there to carry some of the weight of the jumping. He loves to jump most of the time. But even he has enough sometimes. But Nikki and Wes? NEVER ENOUGH.
And you know? That would be okay if they could be left to their own devices, but they’re still to small for that. Nikki at least really jumps, but Wes is at the age where he just likes to freak out a bit. He’d rather YOU hold HIM and jump. But you know? That kinda takes the fun out of it! Damn it, kid. How can I endanger my own life with my Krazee jumps while I’m holding you? Jeez. Kids take the fun out of everything.
But mostly? I love the trampoline. The hate is rare. This weekend? Me and all three kids had fun on it together. And while I woke up Monday morning feeling like I had been run over by a freakin’ Mac Truck…it was all so very worth it.