(Note: After the cut I sidetracked and talked about the tea parties some more. Just in case you were wondering)
Most weekends tend to be pretty laid back here. The in-laws take the kids out, TH and I sneak out for a little grown-up time if we can. But we’re going to have a grueling couple of weekends. Today’s pretty normal, but tomorrow we’re going to Disneyland. I know, that should be fun, right? For those who’ve never taken little kids to Disneyland…. no. You have to pack a diaper bag with everything you might need (otherwise you have to pay 500% markup at the park), so it weighs around 20 lbs. Not only that, R has food allergies, so I have to pack food for him. Then, you have to bring extra clothes (in case they pee through). Then strollers, and it’s off in the car! You get to Disneyland, and the kids are too small to go on much. D’s really phobic, so you have to figure out whether or not it’s worth waiting 30 minutes to go on Peter Pan to see if he’ll like it or not. Or if it’s worth waiting in the line for Small World holding a squirming toddler to see if D’s over his fear of the dark. Then the kids rebel and decide not to nap, so suddenly… they’re the worst behaved children in the world. They scream, throw tantrums, and decide to ignore anything you may try to do. So it’s time to leave before Mickey and crew escort you out. (Having worked at Disneyland, I know that children behave worse and we won’t be escorted out. But as a parent, it’s still totally embarrassing)
Next weekend, my mother in law leaves on a cruise… so it’ll be just me and the kids most of the weekend (if TH has overtime). I will also be the only woman in the house. Eep!
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