I don’t know why, but when I go to middle school band concerts, I get overly giddy while sitting in the bleachers waiting for the performance to begin.

Maybe it’s the extremely close proximity to my family as my children are right behind me and I can hear them acting like jackasses. One minute I have to shush them, the next minute I’m laughing at the hilarious things they’re saying.

Couple this with PJ sitting next to me absolutely loving his child who is about to perform, but absolutely hating every single moment of having to be there.

Then let’s throw in that Teara is almost always at these performances too, so I get to see her flit-flying around like the social butterfly she is and talking everyone’s ear off. Then I look over at my brother-in-law Christian with a look on his face like, “It’s going to start any minute and I know she’s still going to be talking.”

Then add on that I spot see some people I know in the crowd who I only get to see at events like this and it makes me happy, so I have to text them and be like “I seeee youuuu 👀” and then have to catch their eye and make a funny face.

Then the performance is about to begin and I’m anxiously awaiting my son to come out with the rest of the class because I need to take his picture and shout his name like he’s Paul McCartney, even though I literally saw him a half hour before and will see him 10 minutes later.

All this to say: I am in full stimuli-overload because I usually try to hide from people as much as I can for 24 hours a day.

Usually at these events, I try to leave PJ alone because I know he’s desperately trying to hold on to every last shred of sanity because he hates people more than I do… but I was inadvertently bothering him because (and you’re never going to believe this if you’ve ever read anything I’ve written before) I WAS SHAKING MY LEG TOO MUCH.

Yes, PJ, the Olympic gold athlete of shaking his foot asked me, “Why are you shaking your leg so much?!” I scream-shouted in his face, “Now you know what it feels like!!!”

Then I said, “I can’t stop shaking my leg. Why do I get so crazy at these things? I think the gym’s floor polish gets me high.”

He responded with probably the biggest insult he’s ever given me: “No, it’s because you’re immature and act like the lady in the Progressive commercials.” The nerve!

I mean, not the immature part – I know I’m immature and he’s more immature than I am (if you could believe it) but the Progressive lady! That’s just mean!!