How many of my fellow bloggers, lying awake at night, plan the “perfect post?” An interesting topic, word choice, maybe even a pun, only to wake up clueless, with not even the topic in mind?
That has been my recent dilemma.
Not that it has improved, but I’ve decided to write anyway.
We had a great Labor Day weekend. I took the kids (my two, plus a friend, L.) with my friend MarySue and her brood (including long hair, purple hair, and the three nippled vampire) to Great America. The weather was great. The lines weren’t long. The kids only bitched a little bit; Long Hair wanted to crush on L. without his mother observing and one special, anti-social boy “Why did you make me come here? I’d rather even be at School!” had to vent his feelings for a short time. (Aside: Doesn’t it warm your heart when you are spending beaucoup bucks and your child is not only unappreciative, but actively complaining?)
Nevermind the minor grumbling, it was short lived and the trip really was awesome. Roller coasters, water park, more roller coasters. Oh, and oasis food! I had a mall pretzel at 9:17 am while observing women in “wench” wear and men in kilts. (Yes, it was an odd combination, I think there must have been a pirate/scottish themed wedding going on somewhere near Lake Forest)
We left Princeville at 6 am and returned the next morning at 2 am, but it was a good tiredness. It was a dose of fun that I definitely needed.
It does leave me begging the question, though, we were gone, how did my house get to be such a damn mess?