First of all, THANK YOU ALL so much for your laundry comments! I wish I could respond to each one of you personally. You are all very smart about this and gave me wonderful suggestions. I plan to delve into it deeper in the coming weeks.
I have to confess, I had a really bad attitude for much of this weekend. On Saturday I was stewing because I felt like I should be doing something fun and flingy and fantastic but was instead cleaning the same messes and doing the same things without a break that I always do without a break and even though I love doing these things for my family and I love my life I don't really love doing them without a break and it was a bright cheery sunny holiday weekend. So anyway. I wasn't being mean or anything, but I wasn't being my nicest sing-songiest self.
Sunday morning we woke up at 7, as usual, and began preparing for our day at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Before this year, we had not attended the Indy 500 since 2002. I was only 19 the last time I went. I sort of remembered it being loud and crowded. Based on that memory, I had low expectations for Sunday. I was also honestly quite nervy about leaving Alice for the first time and being gone for six full hours.
But whatever. I went along for the ride because my husband? He is a sports crazy guy. And he is into this. And I am into him. So, um, whatever.
Sunday morning was bad.
I was mad because I couldn't find the $100 in cash I was supposed to have. (It had disappeared in the laundry, go figure.)
I was mad because we couldn't find Clark's shoes and we destroyed the house looking for them on the way out the door. (They were in between his bed and the wall, go figure.)
I was mad because we were taking my baby brothers, Ethan and Kai, who are 9 and 10 years old with us to the race.
Although I love them as if they were my own children, I was sure they would be hungry/tired/bored/hot the whole time and I would feel like I was parenting during the one break I was finally finally finally going to have.
I did not expect to have a total blast.
I had a total blast!
Oh my goodness Indy 500!
You are so much fun!
And my darling baby brothers were actually the cherry on top of the whole thing.
They were radiant the entire time. They were so into it. They made what was super fun into something even cooler.
Kai kept asking me during the warm-up laps, "Did it start yet? Are they racing? Is this how fast they go?" and I just told him to wait and see.
I'm pretty sure the look on his sweet little face when the cars went full speed on Lap 1 is permanently ingrained my memory. My brothers were so good, so sweet, so impressed, so thrilled. And I kind of was too. I didn't remember the whole thing being quite so... amazing.
Do you know how many people attend the Indy 500? Somewhere around 300,000.
THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND!
Do you know what it's like to sit in stands that create a 2.5 mile oval with three hundred thousand other people?
It is a fascinating and overwhelming shared experience.
Other fun facts!
Do you know how fast the cars go?
Like 220 miles per hour.
TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY MILES PER HOUR!
It's so. freaking. fast.
As soon as you've focused your eyes on a car it has flown away again.
And almost as soon as it has flown away again, you hear it coming back. Because when you're going 220 miles per hour, 2.5 miles really isn't very far.
I love this photo.
I took it as Helio (the little bit of a car you can see) was completing his 199th lap around the track, about to cross the finish line to win the 2009 Indianapolis 500, the greatest spectacle in racing. And they are so not joking around with that nickname.