But there is. In my head. Another confession that must be made.
I am a 37 year old mother who is looking forward to cheesy music and bad acting,
mixed in with some dance routines that I may or may not try to master in secrecy.
For some reason the musical genre calls out to me.
My husband turns pale when people start singing and dancing
in the middle of a dramatic scene.
Musicals do not bode well with him.
I guess I also have to tell you that I used to love Frankie Avalon
and Annette Funicello movies.
They came on at 3 in the afternoon. I would race home from school to watch.
Beach Blanket Bingo. Bikini Beach.
I wanted to be the girl who could knock boys
off of their surfboards by shaking her hips. Those hips were lethal.
I heart musicals. Even terrible ones.
I didn't even mind that Zac Efron was orange in High School Musical 2.
I was drawn in at the mere sound of music pulsating through high school halls
and pom poms being thrown in air in 4/4 time.
I am going to have to be very careful to mask my love of musicals
around the children.
Because they are nearing the age when I am no longer "cool" or "funny".
I am a mom who has the ability to humiliate my children
if I perchance broke into a choreographed dance in the school parking lot.
Even now I see Jack peering at me out of the corner of his eye
when I look like I am enjoying radio disney a little too much.
Will and Addie are still on my side. They still enjoy it when I get my groove on.
But when we go see the movie, I am going have to keep my enthusiasm on the down low.
That is why I am telling the other moms,
"Oh, yes! The boys are DRAGGING me to see it. Can you believe it?"
I'm thinking this will throw them off.
And when we actually go to the movie, in 21 days, I will most definitely
have to make sure that I keep my hips in check.
It'll be difficult. But a mom has to do, what a mom has to do.