…the beating of our hearts is the only sou-ound.*
Chris is sitting on our front steps with the kids right now, so I seem to have one of my five minute windows to write a little something…
You know what I’m just loving about summer vacation so far? Being with my children TWENTYFOURSEVEN! Never a dull minute, I tell you…
Well, I do find Max and Ruby kind of dull…but I don’t say anything since it might hurt feelings. The rest of the day though? Laugh-A-Minute.
The whining, the crying, the fighting, the general exactly-when-are-you-going-to-grow-out-of-that-ishness… Good times.
Here is my favorite thing that anyone said all day:
Eleanor: Mo-om! George pooped on the wa-all….
That little rapscallion… What WILL I do with him?
And that’s just the twins. Oliver had me in stitches all day with his antics. Running in front of that truck in the Target parking lot…taking his seat belt off while I was driving 65 miles an hour on the Beltway… Hot on the heels of locking himself in the car in 90 degree weather while I frantically searched the neighborhood for him. Stop it Oliver! You’re killing me! I’m serious.
I thought that we could all use a break from the hilarity sometime in the late morning – so I dragged everyone to the YMCA. They ran around the kids’ gym while I took a pilates class. The first pilates class I’ve ever taken, I might add. And let me tell you – I feel great! I’m hoping that I might actually be able to walk again tomorrow.
Since I didn’t want to set the bar TOO high for our summer fun – I thought we’d better skip the community pool today. And they were all pretty cool about it. After a Valium and five popsicles, Eleanor took this minor disappointment in stride.
We really had to save our strength anyway since this is the second week of Oliver’s auditory processing therapy in Bethesda, MD. And we had that rush hour commute to look forward to.
I don’t know what I enjoyed more… Eleanor having a pee pee accident in the car on the way there with no change of clothes…or Oliver spilling ice cream soup all over himself on the way back. Oliver has an edge since his mess was the result of him shoving his fist into the cup to make this really cool squelching noise…. But no…no, George gets a gold star for the day with his shrieks of frustration over anyone trying to interrupt him. When he was ONLY talking nonstop the whole way there and the whole way back.
They had me at pooped on the wall. They complete me.
Seriously though – I do love those little boogers. And they really did have just as many adorable moments of brilliance today. I can’t remember any at the moment…but they happened. And I’ll treasure them always.
*This post was sponsored by Tiffany and Prozac.
I relate. No poop on the wall, but pee everywhere. As usual.
Resigned,
Ann
This killed me! We need to get you out of there. Seriously. Call me and we will go out for drinks. I think Tues is half price at my local wine bar. You are hysterical, Kate (as in funny, not as in ready to lose your mind). xo
word verifications: lestmonb, but I read it as "let mom be!"
Loved this! I'm with Anna – you kill me!
You really should sell your family time as a vacation package…for masochists.
We start summer vacation the moment the school bell rings today. After reading this, I am thanking myself and everything that is good on this green earth that I decided to send them to camp for the next three weeks.
And thanking all the powers that be that mine are past the poop on the wall stage. (Though in our case it was mainly carpeting and couches, hey, at least I got new leather (cleanable!) couches out of the deal…)
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Once again, my daily dose of wry humor and wit. Love it! You are in my prayers and have the patience of Job.
Sounds positively delightful!
*cringes*
I'm glad you can still do the funny after all that. Lord have mercy. You need a vacation.
"You had me at pooped on the wall…"
Wasn't that a line from a Tom Cruise and Renee Zellweger movie? :)
I. Hate. Summer.
I really do. I hate it. I count down the days til school starts again. So I'm feelin' your pain.
So I am not alone! Except I don't have a Y membership and I had to take my girls to a park and I jogged around the play structures to get a run in. Lovely, no?