Jazz Fest

Kevin and I are off to Jazz Fest this morning with Jim, back from Guinea. It's very exciting.

I've been struggling with whether or not to take Ana. I'd love to see her boogie down, and see the sights.

Why do I struggle so much with just doing something for myself? I've had this plan to go alone or with friends today since last week, but then saw pics and heard stories of my friends with their kids at the fest, and had this longing to share the whole thing with Ana and Elliot. Even though I KNOW how much their presence will alter how long we go, how long we can actually sit and listen to anything, and our general ability to relax. And just thinking of bringing only Ana unleashes a lot of guilt, but Elliot is so into everything, and is so fast, it's non-stop running to keep up with him. Kevin and I have actually talked about those terrible kid-leashes that I loathe...but that, these days, would seem like a godsend. I'm scared to think of what he'd do at the Fest. And no, we're not getting the leash thing.

I feel I need to justify--last week, we went to Zoo to Do. Now THAT was a fest for kids. And next week, we'll go to the beach, and honor their every whim. But honestly, that shouldn't matter.

Mama's gonna go to Jazz Fest alone today, ok kids? I promise not to have too much fun.