What? It's April already? I probably didn't notice because I have all FIVE of my kids home ALL DAY LONG for Spring break. Two weeks. fourteen days. Lots and lots of hours. Not that I don't love my kids, lordy I do. But it's tough, really tough, to make their Spring break AMAZING and AWESOME and something they want to write a journal entry about when they go back to school.
Snowboarding? Love to! Oh wait,. that means I fork out a bunch of moola for three of the five to have a fantabulous time while I wipe cold noses and make lots and lots of snowmen for about eight hours with the other two. Never mind.
Beach? Fabulous! But then I have to be cold, in cold water, hanging on to two screaming meemies while I stress about the other three drowning because I just don't have that many hands.
Science museum? No takers,.. even after I explained the dinosaurs they could crawl around with LIFE SIZE ORGANS they could squeeze (I'm serious), the earthquake chamber, the hockey exhibit, the lightening machine,.. it must have been that word 'science' in the title.
Zoo? Only the big one is not excited,.. we're getting closer to a fun time, ya'll.
Padres game? Z doesn't like baseball right now.
Ducks game? J doesn't like hockey.
I GIVE UP! Here's your bike, the remote and a Costco size box of fruit-by-the-foot - go crazy!
Today we were actually going to venture to the zoo. The small zoo in Santa Ana, not the one in LA. I'm not totally insane; just a little desperate. I got my work done, fed the kids, took the dogs on a run to get them in that 'Dog Whisperer' state of zen, took a shower, actually applied make up, then,.. Z stepped on a nail.
Nothing like the 9 year old dripping blood all over my white tile (yay for oxyclean!), and screaming bloody murder, making the 3 year old and 1 year old ALSO scream bloody murder, to make the fact that you are only on day FOUR of the two week Spring break all that much more exhilerating. Scratch the zoo. I only have a double stroller and it's not rated for an 80 pounder. Movie!
Call Sabrina's Godmother and use the ol' Catholic guilt to get her to hand over one of her teenage daughters to watch Fifi. Daughter shows up. I point out that the baby hasn't slept since 6:30 am so I swear she'll be asleep for most of the time we're gone, the bottle is in the fridge, there are craisins and graham crackers on the kitchen island and if all else fails, take her outside to go down the slide. When the daughter asks me, "uhm,.. will she freak out when she wakes up and sees that some other person is here instead of you?" I start to giggle and tell her "no, no, no, she'll be perfectly fine! Quick kids - run for the car!"
We see Monsters V. Aliens; well, okay, the three boys see it, the B and I see most of it. It's tough to be three, during naptime, have to wear 3D glasses that are too big for your face and run out of M&Ms while there is still a movie playing on the big screen.
Tomorrow, .. maybe the zoo? Wait, Big J seems to be having issues with his lips, like swelling that won't go away, so it looks like a dr. visit is in order. Hubby is conveniently 'up the mountain' and probably out of cell phone range. How nice. Didn't I just go to Vegas for a couple days sans children? Or was that some sort of horrid hallucination?
Well, there is always next week. But at this point, I'm thinking a 'staycation' by cranking up the hottub in the back yard and dispensing one dollar bills to boys who can stand to jump into the freezing pool is looking pretty good.