A while ago I decided I was going to spend more time with my kids. Kind of weird what with me being a stay at home mom and all. But I’m busy man. With super important stuff like laundry. And cooking. And I’m not really sure what else but it must be a lot since I fall into bed dead tired every single day.
But quality time is what I’m after. Moments that count. Washing my kitchen floor doesn’t fall into that category.
Side note- I bought slippers with hard bottoms at Christmas and now I don’t even know when there are crumbs on the floor. Life changing.
So, PD day this week. Yes! Lets do something fun!
Wait. It’s effin cold out. What do we do? Swimming! I’ll take them to the pool! This will be so great. Ignoring the voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me I have two kids that think they are fish and one who won’t let me go the minute he hits water. And only two arms and two eyes. How do I make sure they all stay alive?? I tell myself I’ll figure it out. I can do anything with these kids. It’ll be fine.
I call the pool. I ask when is the least busy time to go on a weekday. After lunch they tell me. My gut is telling me to go EARLY but I listen to the teenager on the phone. Big mistake.
I tell the kids we’re going swimming! They are so excited! We pack up and head out. It takes forever and once again I wonder what the hell takes kids so long to get in the damn car. When I get to go out for fun I’m outta the house faster than you can blink an eye.
So we walk into the rec centre and it is crawling with moms. Dads. Grandparents. And kids. They are everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I look in the window to the pool and the line-up for the slide is down the stairs.
Nope. Forget it. Get your asses back in the car.
And then I suck. For a while at least. And I feel bad. But even though Ben is screaming and Rachel is telling him to shut up I really don’t want them to drown.
But for the record, pretty girl and spreeny beany were really good about it.
Bendaboo….total asshat. For at least 10 minutes.
We run over to the pet store for dog food and then head to the library. Where I did not once tell them we had to leave. They told me when they were ready to go. Never had that happen before. And then we went to the movie store. (Yup, they still have those. And yup, we still use them)
We came home, ate supper, pretty girl made dessert (A cup full of Nuri-Whip with a few fresh raspberries), and then we snuggled up and watched a movie.
So, actually it turned out to be a pretty good PD day.
Except I think I promised them in the pet store that we would get a guinea pig.
I may have even talked to the staff.
And looked at cages.
And I’m pretty sure if they had any in stock today that I would have some explaining to do to my husband right now.