While it was the kids’ last week of vacation, it felt like anything but vacation to me. Don’t get me wrong, we had lots of fun. But wow, that felt like way more than 2-1/2 weeks. Didn’t it?
Lesson #1: If you’re looking to reenact the insane sledding scene from Christmas Vacation, dress your kid in synthetic sweat pants and head to the tallest slide in your area on a wet, foggy day. In our case, the only thing missing was the flames. Then again, the slide was enclosed, so maybe there were flames after all…
Lesson #2: Having a new baby has greatly improved Little’s ability to openly and honestly communicate. About Pink’s feelings, that is. He told me Pink thinks I look like a witch when I yell. She also doesn’t like me anymore. She only likes Daddy. Honestly, I don’t blame
Lesson #3: It’s now officially gross when Lenny kisses me goodbye. Even on the forehead.
Lesson #4: Dads really don’t care if people think their kids are the cutest, smartest, most polite, well behaved, clean children around.
Lesson #5: The Chipmunks were obviously not invented by a parent—and the playlist was not approved by one. As if listening to Lady Gaga sing Bad Romance for a year wasn’t bad enough…
Lesson #6: The baby-ate-the-grocery-list excuse, while true, doesn’t hold up with even the youngest family members come dinner time.
Lesson #7: Thanks to vacation and dark mornings, we’ve gotten a taste of sleeping til a decent hour (sometimes even 7am!) and it’s sweet. So sweet.
Lesson #8-10: After 2-1/2 weeks of fun, exhausting, adventurous, lazy, celebratory, quality time with the boys on vacation, we’re all ready for school to start again (except for the early wake-up call). And by “we’re all ready”, I mean Pink and me.
Happy week to all and to all a good night!