I am having one of those days where I don't want to be a parent. I don't have it in me to play Barbie, or Candy Land, or come up with an art project, or find a rainy day activity, or clean my house or do anything other than nothing. Currently my girls are laying on my bed, plugged into Cinderella. The little one is crabby, and could use a bath, and the big one is doing her "apple work" (we have these Styrofoam apples that she has been playing with off and on all day. It means that I don't have to play build a bear, so I am totally cool with it). Whatever they are doing I am slightly ambivalent about, which makes me feel horribly guilty, but I feel like I am coming down off a week long sugar high and waiting for the next cookie to kick in.
Last week we had the pleasure of housing my sister and my darling Clementine. Everyday was like a day at the circus. We went places and did things, even the mundane things that I do everyday, and had a ball. There was a frightening trip to the children's museum where I hip checked a kid who was mean to Abby, and poor Clementine was massively overwhelmed by the crowd and sheer excitement of it all (ok, I was overwhelmed too, and so was my mom and sister, and I think Abby might have been too...). There was an impromptu pool party where Abby learned how to ride a "water bike". There was an attempt at a Turbo Kick class at W3, and while Amanda didn't get to feel the burn of the work out she got to experience the epitome of W3 complete with sweatpants under the leotard, bad hair, fanny pack and all. There were family dinners, and jammy walks and all kinds of fun things. The best part was that there was company. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging with my girls, but it was so nice to have adult company, and extra set of hands, another kid for the girls to play with, and someone to talk to once the kids were in bed.
We also had my mom's big party this weekend which was really nice. Amanda and I both were surprised at who my mom chose as her closest friends to celebrate her milestone with, but it was her deal and she had fun. The girls were adorable, and we, yet again, did not get a good family picture of us all dressed cute. My in laws did not end up showing up to the party after the invitation snafu, or so we thought. They showed up on the wrong day and accused Tim and I of giving them the wrong information. Whatever. The party was fine, everyone had a good time, and now I can be done worrying about it.
So now it is Monday, and we are back to that late August blah which is worse than winter vacation. All the camps and classes have ended, new ones have yet to begin and school won't start for a few more weeks. I feel like we have exhausted all of our entertainment opportunities (we have been to all the parks, but it is raining so it doesn't matter, we have over done the play museum, mall playlands, and what not, and the thought of taking them to another movie makes me want to shove bamboo under my fingernails), and I really don't want to take them on a vacation by myself (Tim can't get away from work to be home by 6 let alone take a day off) so we are here, just hanging out, counting down the hours to bedtime.
Everyone has days like this, right?
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hell...i've had weeks like that (in fact, i think you just summarized last week for me rather nicely). glad you guys had a good party.
and i always felt a bit let down after my best friend would visit. we'd have so much fun, and she was so helpful, nothing seemed like a chore.
btw - how exactly does one wear sweatpants under a leotard? you know, and not cut off any necessary circulation?
Seriously, ask my sister. She was like a caricature of the W3 stereotype. There was a teal headband involved over some bad hair, and the WORST part was that she was the aerobics instructor with the worst posture and form EVER. You had to see it to believe it.
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