Roller Skating: A lost Art that found me in my Fun Mom jeans.

I don’t know how we first found ourselves there. It must have been another kid’s birthday party a few years ago. However it happened, my kids look at the rollerskating rink much akin to how I imagine one looks at a laser light show for the first time…total and utter, WTF YES.

Rink lights aside, I fight this love affair. Why? It’s gotta be the muscle memory of an actual gym floor skin burn that comes to mind at the sheer mention of the word, “ skate”. My boys are relentless about wanting to go, but because I made them, I am equally so about NOT going.

However, my groupon alert reminds me daily that my tickets purchased 4 months ago are about to expire …and I have nowhere else to hide.

It is Friday, and we are going rollerskating.