And by this, I mean I forget others can watch me belt out my favorite songs while shaking my head, pounding the steering wheel, bouncing in my seat and occasionally closing my eyes to really feel the music.
That's how I roll.
While I was rushing back from the mall yesterday, hoping and praying my super-tired Madeline wouldn't fall asleep until we got home, a really classy country song came on the radio.
It was one of my favorite songs during college. Maybe ever. But there were definitely many, many times I sang this song into a hairbrush in the Linden House.
"Save the Horse, Ride the Cowboy" by Big and Rich.
Much like my recent viewing of While You were Sleeping, I had no problem recalling every single word of these lyrics. So I rocked out each line, trying my best to entertain Madeline before she could fall asleep.
I may or may not have twirl an imaginary lasso in my hand above my head multiple times during each chorus.
As I was singing my heart out, I realized two things:
- The man in the Lexus behind me was very amused.
- This really isn't the best song to serenade to a 1-year-old.
And there you have it. I've learned my best parenting skills from prime-time comedies.
Despite the fantastic entertainment I provided, she still managed to fall asleep. I guess she's seen that song and dance routine too many times.