It’s spring break, that magical time of year when the kids get time off from school to spend with family while the flowers are just beginning to bloom. It’s the perfect time for day trips, picnics, vacations, or just a chance to snuggle away the afternoon reading books and eating cookies. I’m kidding, of course. For most of us spring break is a disaster. If you’re a working parent you have to either take the week off, find someone to watch your kids, or spend a gajillion dollars on childcare. If you live in stupid Alaska, spring isn’t even close to being here. Thanks to Mother Nature’s little sarcastic streak the weeks prior to spring break were glorious (by AK standards) but as soon as the kids walked out of school the temperature dropped 10 degrees and the skies filled with clouds. That means most of the break has been spent with the kids squeals reverberating off the walls of a house that gets smaller every second.
I tried to take them to the indoor play place on Monday. Jackson got in a shoving match with a boy half his size and wound up getting a gash in the back of his head. We watched Wreck It Ralph twice that day. On Tuesday a bunch of us took the kids sledding. That turned out great, but only lasted a few hours before the teenager kidnapped my vehicle for eight hours. That afternoon was another double-Ralph viewing. Wednesday a bunch of us met up and hiked to a frozen waterfall. It was fabulous and wore the boys out.
Today Dallas was off work too so we went to the zoo. It was 21 degrees. We only lasted about an hour and a half, incidentally that’s all the time you need to see the entire Alaska Zoo. It wasn’t nearly enough time to wear the boys out, but we needed to warm up. I figured we could go for a walk later in the day. Shortly after we got home Taryn came upstairs and said, “My friend M is babysitting her brother all day. Her Mom said it was ok to bring the boys over for a play date.”
Can you say awesomesauce? A play date that I don’t have to attend. The little boys all know each other and I totally trust the teenagers. Both Mom’s get a few hours off of six-year-olds. Woot frickin’ woot!
John left to hang out with his friends too – it was an amazing couple of hours. When Taryn got home with the boys she told me M’s Mom had been there the whole time. She said she must have misunderstood. I felt like a huge jerk! The other Mom probably thought I just pawned my rotten kids off on her all afternoon. How rude!
I texted and Facebooked her my mea culpa, totally blaming the teenagers. She was fine and we joked about which one of the teenagers was actually to blame. Then she told me that Jackson had told her, “if you drink too much water you pee clear.” Great.
Taryn reported that M asked Reese if he had to go to the bathroom because he was grabbing his privates. Reese said, “Nope. Your dog just licked my nuts.”
What is it with my kids are the wiener obsession and why can’t they contain it just to our house? I hate spring break.