guess I'm not Cinderella

I think I broke the glass slippers. Or in my case the mink colored heels I wore Saturday night.

Rather than a royal coach whisking me away after a whirlwind weekend, I'm home, slapped in the face with a dose of reality - Amara has a fever. Again.

If you haven't been living under a rock follow me on any social media platform know me, you have heard me talk non-stop about my excitement for this year's Jump Back Ball.

Oh. My. Gawd.

It did not disappoint.

I love my dress. (And remember that whole ordeal?)

I love the people I partied with.

I love Playhouse Square.

And it was bookended by drinks, good food, and friends all weekend long. Did I mention there were drinks?

Dare I say the last three days were magical?

But the fairy tale always comes to an end. At least for me. Ahem, divorce, right? And this weekend was no exception I came off this blissful high straight back to motherhood. The glitz and glamour of Jump Back Ball were replaced with yoga pants and snuggle time on the sofa.

Oh yes, I wish the weekend could have lasted forever. And yes, Jump Back Ball 2013 is already marked on my calendar.

But I guess I'm not the Princess type. By night's end, I wanted nothing to do with my glass slippers. I'm not meant to be in a castle. And I may not always get to keep my Prince. But there's one thing I know: my happy ending always includes Amara.