FOOD FOR THE SOUL
Yesterday my beautiful granddaughter turned one…yesterday her Nonnie had about 14 heart attacks at the party. I left work early and drove 45 minutes home, picked up Maddie and then drove another 40 minutes to the party. No problem…anything for the babies. We joined the party, already in progress, and I found a spot amongst the people to wait for the birthday girl to finish her lunch so we could have cake. The room was decorated with a pink tablecloth and there was a beautiful cake in the center and a little cake in the fridge for Lilly to “dig into.” There were numerous kids of all ages running and playing, along with many adult conversations going on at the same time. The party was a hit! Until…………my ex-husbands new wife (who I am becoming fast friends with) went out to their car and walked in with 2 bunches of helium balloons. I almost fainted in the spot! Heres the scoop….this Nonnie is deathly afraid of balloons. Yep, it’s silly, and rediculous…but that’s the way it has been for as long as I remember. Of course only a few close family members know of my fear, so I tried to find a corner to fold myself into while the balloons were being uncovered. Mary announced that she got them for a good price, so decided to get 2 dozen instead of 1. Two dozen helium balloons……24 helium balloons….2 sets of 12 helium balloons….I was in hell!
Now, for those of you that fear things like spiders, mice, clowns, bats, etc….imagine someone coming into the room with a box full and letting them loose. Horrible….So I stood crammed into my corner and watched in horror as Mary then divided the balloons among the kids at the party. I could no longer keep one eye on each bunch of balloons, now there were multiple little bunches of balloons roaming all over the rooms, attached to what seems to be about 49 kids. My palms are sweating, my brow is sweating, and even my feet are sweating. I am telling myself “pull up your granny panties and act your age,” and had almost succeeded in calming myself down. I am now at the threshold of my “happy place” when….BOOM…the first balloon bites the dust and explodes right next to my corner of the room. I then do the first adult thing that came to my mind..I screamed like a girl. I was had! The jig was up! My secret has now been painfully exposed. UGH! I really tried to make light of it, but honest to Pete, there were about a millions balloons passing all around me….There weren’t enough eyes in my head to keep track of them all. They were grazing the fluorescent lights, they were getting near the ceiling fan, they were being chewed on, and several gently eased past my shoulder as the children passed by my corner of the room. I wanted to say “Shooo little children with big huge balloons!”
In the end, the balloons soon lost their charm and many drifted up to the ceiling to rest peacefully…except for the few infrequent BOOMS coming from the other rooms….I had survived my worst nightmare and lived to tell about it…I guess now I’ve told everybody ♥