Well, it's day 4 of noschoolapalooza and all of my kids are still alive...I view this as a major victory since they have been out of school for 4 days in the blizzard of the century! Which, btw, we also had last year...busy century I guess. ;) They have been sledding, riding the little 50 dirt bike around and going crazy in this razor thing we have, it's like a dune buggy for dirt.
They were given 1 very specific instruction from their dad on Tuesday morning,"don't get off the road, you can't really see where the road is, so just drive down the middle of what you think is the road. Just stay the heck off of peoples grass!"
Ok, sounds easy enough, so off they went with their ski gear on and of course, helmets, because I did have some say in what was happening. For 3 solid days they have been outside going up and down the street, towing each other on sleds and snowboards and basically having a blast. I have taken 2 videos, from the porch..unless it gets above 0, I'm really not spending any time outside. ;)
Last night, we finally get to leave the neighborhood! Wahoo! Of course, I am ecstatic because I haven't left the house for more than 2 min since Monday night. Stir crazy doesn't even begin to describe it. As we are leaving the neighborhood we drive by the enormous sledding hill at the front of the addition, just so mom can see where the boys have been all week. And, uh oh...what do we see? Tracks on the grass. I'm thinking oh dear, here it comes...the big explosion....the big what was the one thing I said not to do? I look over at my husband, let's call him Bud, and his face is a little red, brow is furrowed and he's squinting at the grass with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Are those the razor tracks right there boys, in that grass?" Total silence from the back seat.
"Boys! Did you drive that razor thru the grass?" Still no comment from the back seat, and I am cringing/laughing at how this is going.
And then the rampage begins,"I'm pretty sure I gave you one instruction, ONE, to not get that thing on the grass...and what did you do? You went on the grass. Gah, you guys really piss me off sometimes." At this point he looks over at me, I'm guessing for some sort of support on this matter, but I am just sitting there snickering. I'm thinking, welcome to my world buddy!
So, he continues on,"that really chaps my a*#!!
That statement is met with complete silence in the car.
Until the big kid throws out..."you should probably put something on that"
Then the middle kid chimes in..."maybe some carmex specially made for the buttocks"
And the little one in all his innocence...."ouch dad, you got a rash on your bum? That sounds painful."
That did it, I'm done...I have burst into laughter so hard my cheeks are aching and I have tears running down my face! That was some good discipline being handed down...reeeally impressive parenting. Even Bud is laughing at this point, because really, how can you not laugh at that response?
Score one for the boys. ;)
Later Bud says to me, "I just don't understand why they don't understand, when I say to stay off the grass, I mean stay off the grass." Really? You don't understand that 3 boys ages 14, 11 and 8 are given an off road driving vehicle in the middle of a blizzard and can't seem to stay on the road, which no one can even see? I don't understand why you don't understand that they don't understand. It all makes perfect sense to me!
Happy Friday! And, today's wine suggestion is Cupcake Chardonnay...I think it's a dessert wine, that's why there is a picture of a cupcake on the front. ;) So, I'm going to make some dessert to go with it, maybe some homemade brownies...YUM!
The W(h)ine Hour..
Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.
So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!