I was reminded today of the uncertainty of our time here. Again.
It is so easy for me to get caught up in routine, schedules, and the general busyness of life. I stress over laundry, and I watch way too much tv. I am guilty of setting the boys in front of SpongeBob with a chicken nugget picnic while I retreat to the comfort of a good book under my covers. And, goodness knows, I spend way too much time on the computer.
And then reality comes and slaps me in the face. Again.
A couple of weeks ago, I heard the very tragic news that a girl I went to high school with passed away. Very suddenly. Very unexpectedly. She had 2 tiny babies that will now grow up without their mama. And she was healthy.
You just never know.
This weekend my cousin passed away. She was in her thirties, and though she had made some choices in her life that weren't the best for her body...she was still young. And she died in her sleep. And her husband found her dead when he woke up in the morning. It still doesn't even seem real. I can hear her laughing. I can hear her Kenny Chesney ringtone. And I can still see this crazy teal shirt she always wore.
You just never know.
Today I found out that a lady (that is very closely associated with the school that I work at) might possibly have had a heart attack today. She's in her thirties. She eats right. She is no bigger than my pinkie and is an exercise freak. And she almost died today. She's in the hospital right now, with her very young children around her. And I'm not sure she's out of the woods.
You just never know.
I feel like cuddling on the couch tonight with my boys. I want to watch the same episodes of iCarly and Drake & Josh that I'm guilty of walking out on so many times. I want to read books about aliens and vomit and superheroes. I want to eat popcorn and giggle when they stick it in their noses.
Because you just never know.
I was reminded today of the uncertainty of our time here. Again.
* Remember to feed the kids breakfast in the morning. They are going to start telling their teachers the truth about you, and then you will be embarrassed. Oh...and they need nutrition.
* Don't forget your mascara in the morning. No one wants to see that. Dead is not a good look for you.
* Try to remember that Edward, Bella, and Jacob are just characters in a book. They are not real. And they cannot hear you talking to them. But the real humans around you can...and they think you are weird.
* Don't order a Pineapple Diet Coke just because Sonic is out of Diet Dr. Pepper. It is not the same. It will never be the same. It can't even pretend to be the same.
* Ask pineapple's forgiveness for tainting it with Diet Coke. Pinky promise the pineapple you will never do it again.
* Try to find a dress like the one Melissa wore tonight on Dancing With the Stars. It's pink, polka dotted, and would be fun to wear while you sing Jonas Brothers' songs to yourself.
* Remember to find a picture of Melissa's dress to post on your blog for all the people that don't watch DWTS....because only then can they have a true appreciation for its fantasticness.
* Think about going to a tanning bed because you realize that you are scary white. Realize that you have zero time to yourself and your boys would probably tear down the salon if you tried to take them with you. Resort to waiting until summer....and only wearing pants until then.
* Pretend like you can't hear your husband when he talks about working out. If you ignore him...you don't have to exercise. And this works for you.
* Pick out new paint color/linens for the big remodel your husband is planning for your bedroom. Try to sneak in pink. And polka dots. Pretend like you have no idea where the pink came from when he asks.
* Remember to have kids brush their teeth. This may actually require you writing it on your hand, even though it is not that hard. You remember to brush your teeth, don't you?
* Get in bed earlier.....or stay up and read blogs. I know....no one should be faced with such a dilemma. My apologies, self. What was I thinking asking so much of you.
* Stop talking to yourself....people are staring.
Too bad he'll be super disappointed when he only finds $1 under his pillow in the morning.
Kirk hijacked my computer today so that I could concentrate on cleaning the house. It was N.A.S.T.Y. Like I'm surprised my house wasn't condemned nasty. So without the distraction of all you sweet people, I was able to make it all sparkly. I borrowed Sawyer's iPod, and because his selection of music is limited to what you can find on the Disney Channel (except for that one NickleBack track that he sets on repeat and sings all the wrong words to), I scrubbed my way through the house with the Jonas Brothers. I never thought I would say this, but they have just surpassed InSync as my favorite boy band ever.....move over Justin Timberlake.
Speaking of cleaning...I'm doing something I thought I would never do. I'm going to start hanging out with this hot chick.
Can I tell you how scary it is that I have Britney Spears' song "Circus" stuck in my head? She scares me just a little bit.
(Obviously that is not me in that picture. Because no way would I be caught dead doing any of those 3 things. Boogie boarding? Uh-uh. Wearing that swim suit? No. No. Running while wearing a swim suit? You have lost your mind.)
I'm tired, y'all.
I now get to spend my day hangin' out with sick kids, mountains of laundry, and no groceries.
Only redeeming factor...I'm also going to squeeze in time to read this...
We made it.
At 7:30 this morning.
Again....this little munchkin didn't get the memo on the whole sleepin' in thing. Good thing he's cute, or he might possibly have been chunked across the bedroom this morning.
Next, we moved on to my favorite....FIRE IN THE HOLE! If you've been, then you are yelling it with me right now! I heart this ride. Tate....not so much.
No pictures...too busy trying to unhand the death grip that Tate had on my arms throughout the ride. Keaton, though, rode the ride with a very nice lady from "Min-nah-sew-duh"...proving that not only are Northeners nice...they have AWESOME accents.
We packed as much as possible into this day. Our theory was….keep ‘em busy.
The day started with an EARLY wakeup call thanks to this little person.
Apparently we forgot to teach him the value of a late start on vacation days. So, one by one the kids popped up. We munched on Oreo poptarts, Eggo waffles, and Cream Cheese Danish….all part of an extremely un-healthy breakfast. Especially when chased with Coke and Gatorade.
After we were all dressed with hair un-combed….it was off to our first stop. Talking Rocks Cavern. It was beautiful. So I hear. I unfortunately only ventured about 15 feet down, thanks to the panic attacks of my three little fellas. Guess they come by it honest….although I panic about things like laundry and Prom….my men panic at the thought of a thousand year old cave deciding to collapse in the exact 30 minutes that we’re in it.
I would have posted a picture for you….but I didn’t take pictures of the gift shop. Where we waited for the 45 minutes for Steph and her BRAVE kids to come out of the hole. Keaton did sucker me out of $5 to stuff a little teeny drawstring baggie full of a bunch of random rocks. Gotta love a bag of rocks.
Next up….Predator World. Oooohhhh….sounds spookarific. Yah. Little bit. There were some snakes in some of those cages that might just possibly chase me in the nightmare I’m going to have tonight. Like this one that the man was all too eager to shove in front of us. Ick. Go away weird snake man.
But we also saw alligators. And tigers. And a lion. And an odd man rolling around hugging wolves. That was...different. But the best part of the whole thing…..we fed some sharks, a sweet sea turtle named Savannah, and some gnarly sting rays. Yes. I held chopped up fish in my hand. Good news…no one fell in the tank….although at one point I was beginning to think it might not be half bad if one of mine did.
I guess all the chopped up fish made our animals hungry. So it was back to the condo for peanut butter sandwiches and sugar cookies. But not before a stop at Sonic for a Route 44 reward. After hanging out with snakes, a pineapple Diet Dr. Pepper was slurpalicious therapy.
After scarfing down a quick lunch, it was off to the Butterfly Palace. Talk about girly heaven. Oh my. Stephanie and I agreed that this was the best place by far. We watched a nifty 3D film on the life cycle of butterflies. Check out the fun glasses…
Then it was into the aviary. So beautiful. Thousands of butterflies just flutter around you. Loved it.
The kids were bound and determined to have one land on them. It took awhile, but eventually everyone was blessed with the company of a “flutterby”…..they really seemed to take to Sawyer’s red hair!
Out of the aviary and into the mirror maze. Argh! Dark. Mirrors. Lost. Good thing Steph and I had the kids to get us out….all 3 times we went in.
Then it was into another mini-critter exhibit. And we posed with a statue of a frog. Because no trip is complete without someone hugging a statue.
Back in the car. On to the Fish Hatchery. Loved this stop….it’s FREE! And free is good. Very good. We fed fish. We watched fish flip and flop. And we hoped no one would take a tumble into the tanks. I didn’t really feel like going for a swim to fish someone out (pardon the pun!).
Now...time for retail therapy (or so we thought). On to the Old Navy outlet...
...where we quickly realized why we are calling this little vacation "Crazy." Because when you take 5 kids who have been at it all day into a store that doesn't house toys or checker boards by the door....you realize that you have, in fact, lost your ever lovin' mind. We paid and left. But not before one mannequin was dismembered and a pile of shirts became throw rugs. I love me some Old Navy, but I'm thinkin' Old Navy wasn't feeling the love tonight.
Finished. A full day. Finished.
After a stop at Walgreens for milk and batteries, a stop at Walmart for more waffles, a stop by McFarlains (again!) to pick up 2 pieces of cheesecake because Steph and I deserved it, and a stop at Pizza Hut to pick up dinner….we are back at the condo. Wiped out and pooped.
As of this second, there is one kid out and 4 others doing everything in their power to not crash.
And 2 moms who are still trying to figure why Paula decided to wear a tutu on Idol tonight.
So…..Day 2 of Crazy….over and out.
Here’s to tomorrow.
So....we're off and running. And so far everyone is still alive and breathing. I can't say as much for mine and Stephanie's nerves, however. Those are near fried.
Will now be referring to said vacation as "Crazy."
So yesterday was the first day of Crazy. I haven't met up with my bff Stephanie yet, but that didn't mean that Day 1 wasn't eventful and full.
It started out with grand plans of leaving my house in immaculate order before I left. Because everyone loves coming home to a clean house. Didn't quite work out the way I planned. Could be because my house is never....clean. When I get home there will be laundry all over the kitchen table (because that's where I folded it) and 3 cereal bowls encrusted with Fruity Pebbles. Loverly.
I was well on my way to town to run a few errands when I remembered I hadn't fed the dog. Dad gum it. I also remembered that we didn't have dog food. Nothin' says lovin' a big furry mutt like running to the store when you are already late to buy a big $17 bag of "Rex" (because that is all the hole-in-the-wall sells). Crazy dog.
Today I meet up with Stephanie, and the real fun ensues. Let me clarify again.....I'm heading on Crazy. Two moms. Five kids. No dads. C.R.A.Z.Y.