Dependent on 40lbs

We are at a bbq at a friend’s house and there is a nice size group of people there. They have this hammock in a metal hammock stand, you know the kind you can move around and place wherever you like, and you also don’t have to have two perfectly spaced trees in your yard.

So anyway Steve and I climb in, and just so you know I am branded genetically with poor coordination skills. Steve and I lay down together, now the width of the hammock is both of our bodies lying side to side with no "extra" room. We are laying there in a very engineered science, we are balanced, and all our weight is distributed evenly on the nylon covering and proportioned to the very edges of the hammock. (Yes my husband is an engineer, you were dying to ask weren’t you?!) Well at the very moment that we both took a deep breath and were enjoying our peace and relaxation, our two little guys, who were busy across the lawn riding the pretty purple scooter and pink princess bike provided by our friends, have turned on their "radar". They receive a message via their radar that says…" mom and dad are alone spending quality quiet time together", this is interpreted in their little heads as…"quick me must go jump on the hammock!" So from across the lawn they are running at Olympic speeds. So within seconds we are testing the weight capacity of the hammock and recalculating our weight distribution equations.
So here we are the Happy Hammock Family.

As we are relaxing, my youngest son’s favorite announcement is made, "dessert is ready". My youngest starts jumping up and down on daddy, "lets go get ‘sert daddy" So daddy and he dismount from the hammock in style with a very serious mission.

So now Tyler, my oldest, takes daddies spot right next to me. So we are lying their relaxing and giggling together. I have not changed my location I am still clinging to my edge, you know I didn’t recalculate anything, my husband left and that was his job. So needless to say, my son has most of the hammock. Well Tyler decides in a matter of seconds without making any kind of announcement or hint that he is going inside to get dessert. Well lets just say the next few seconds are all a matter of opinion, to the audience watching, they were hilarious, here is this woman over the age of thirty who has just flipped out of the hammock, which presents her backside into the air, legs and arms flaring, and she is screaming. And in my opinion lets just say I was humbled and my hip was hurting.

So yes everyone at the bbq, even those who were inside getting "dessert" enjoyed my not so graceful dismount from the hammock. You see I was completely dependent on my 40lb son who fled quickly for brownies and ice cream!

My husband’s response, "did you not adjust your position when Tyler got out of the hammock?"

Engineers always think so matter of factly…Trust me!