Yes, sports fans. It's that time of year those of us lucky enough to participate in: winter vacation. Some of you are saying "What?" because you don't have a week off in February to celebrate the week with the worst possible weather. You get out of school in early June, whilst us lucky parents of kids in the Northeast have kids in school until the last week in June. Sometimes camp starts before our kids are officially out of school. Depends upon the number of snow days we get. Maybe that's why our superintendant never calls a snow day.
Many of the luckier kids have already left for the skiing vacations in Aspen or their cruises in the Caribbean. We stay home and bicker. Such fun!
So how did our vacation start? Well, let's back up to last night, when I was up the entire night because I am a wicked insomniac and I need something better than Ambien but my health coverage won't pay for anything but Ambien. Asshats. I'm tired, folks, really really tired. But the mind still goes and even though the body is willing, sleep alludes me once again. At 1 pm I go upstairs to turn on the soaps, as I can usually fall asleep during them. True to form, I'm out like a light until the Boy comes home and wakes me up. Two hours of sleep. I guess I can deal. Then I lay my head back down and again head towards snoozeland when the Girl comes home hyper as can be and starts yelling for me to come downstairs. She's brought her friend and her friend's mom, whom she has decided will be a great new friend for me. So I stumble downstairs, unbrushed hair in pseudo-bun atop my head, mega giant T-shirt and white sweat pants, barefoot, unbrushed teeth. I look my best to meet a new friend. Shit! But new friend finds it funny and we hit it off. She talks faster than the Girl or the Boy, which makes her the fastest talker outside the Isuzu commercial. My poor brain, which is working in slo-mo tries to keep up.
Welcome to vacation week, moms! Several people have asked me what my plans for vacation are. Plans? What are those? I plan to get the kids to pick up their rooms so I can once again see the pretty wooden floors I seem to remember are down there somewhere. Maybe we'll hang the pictures sitting on the dining room floor. After all, we've been here almost a year. It is about time, right? Perhaps a movie. Maybe a trip to the camping store to get The Girl the last items she needs for her winter camping trip upcoming in early March. Do you think they sell electric sleeping bags for the spoiled princesses that will be accompanying her? Speaking of sleeping bags, she has to venture down into our basement to find the winter camping bag. Yes, I honestly do have a 3-season down sleeping bag, and the one season missing is summer.
The Boy is already nagging for me to take him someplace. Like I want to go out in the raging windstorm. Not gonna happen. Nagging. One step up from whining. Welcome to my world. Stumble It! JBlog Me