I think I deserve an award.
Last week was winter vacation. Some
Because you are Mother of the Year.
Case in point:
Friday/Weekend: Hotel at Teen Convention. Allow small ungrateful children to swim at 10pm on Saturday night.
Monday: Sports Convention thingy. Agree to stand in line for over an hour so children can take five swings in the batting cages (every one of them missed)
Tuesday: Field Museum. Me and about 100,000 of my closest friends. It was wall to wall people in the Ancient Egypt Museum. I texted in the giant life-sized wigwam and attempted to explain to Jacob why not all Eskimos live in igloos, some live in underground homes.
Wednesday: Indoor Water Park. Remember the "poke eye with fork"? Yeah. That's it. I get insanely nervous at these places. And at this one, the lifeguards were more interested in flirting with each other than, y'know , watching the lazy river to make sure my children did not drown.
Thursday: Indoor Jump Place, out to lunch, and The Squeakwal (is that how it's spelled?) in the afternoon. My mom arrived in the evening.
Friday: Out to brunch with my mom
What is wrong with me?
Every day and activity?
Why did I do that? Am I a glutton for punishment?
Or did I simply want to keep them out of the house and try and keep the house relatively clean??????