Me, personally, I need a vacation.
Just for kicks, let's recap the weekend, shall we? With it being Labor Day and all, you'd think we did something exciting. Yeah, no.
We actually did try going to the Zoo on Sunday but somebody who shall remain nameless labeled the Downtown City Market as the Zoo in the car's navigation system and since you know, we turned into chimps and the car was driving us, we blindly went downtown instead of the Zoo.
Horrible, horrible mistake.
By the time we figured out our own stupidity, we wound up with:
- One really pissed-off little girl: "This isn't the Zoo! I want to pet the lambs! Where are the lambs??? I don't see any lambs! WAAAAA!!!!!"
- One car-sick boy: "Mom, my shoulder hurts." And just like that, breakfast was all over the backseats of the car. Mental note: Sudoku + driving = sick boy.
- A baby who promptly fell asleep and then was a little bitch for the rest of the day.
- With Lizzy still screaming and Alex puking I called it officially over and we went back home. Please skip this paragraph if you don't like nasty language. It sounded similar, but not exactly like, "God Dammit, how in the hell did we make it downtown?!? Oh Fuck No. He did not just puke back there. Oh God Dammit, he did. Son of a Bitch, this is such bullshit. I'M DONE. How long is it going to take us to get home? Thirty minutes?? Oh fuck no. I'M OUT. No, no, no guys mommy's not really getting out of the car. It's just an expression. She's just really had a rough morning. Can you guys just keep your headsets on for a few minutes? Yeah, you can? You guys are great!"
So I've clearly been a little strung out...
That's why we did a bunch of nothing over the long weekend.
On Sunday one dropped out but the other was still going strong:
And Monday he was back into his Saturday clothes and doing a little more of this:
And Tuesday they went back to school.
Amen and The End.