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!


Monday, March 14, 2011

Monday, March 14th....There's a first time for everything.

There is truth in the saying....there's a first time for everything.  We have been coming to the mountains to ski with our kids for 9 years, and we have not needed the ski patrol 1 time.  Not even one not a bloody nose, or a headache..nothing.  Today was the first time for two things in our family...stretcher ride to the bottom of the mountain and broken bones.  I know, it's hard to believe with three boys we have not had one single broken bone, but it is true.  Plenty of ER visits and enough stitches to make a small coat, but no broken bones. 

Today the big kid went off boarding with some other big kids that are up here for spring break too.  The 4 of them are all 14 or over and the big kid knows the mountain well, so this seems like a fine idea.  What should have tipped me off to a potential hazzard was the "4 boys between the ages of 14 and 16" part.  Why was that not a warning?  The answer is...because I have raised them saying,  "if you never let them fall down, how will they know how to get themselves back up."  Well, this parenting philosophy came in real handy today.  ;)  The big one and his buddies were in the terrain park.  He hit a big jump and caught an edge on the landing and went down...on his left arm.  To his major credit, he was able to get himself back up and get to the bottom of the main lift we take.  He was able to pull his phone out and call me to say, "I think I might have hurt myself...for real."  In other words, don't tell me to suck it up and keep going this time mom. ;)  Got it buddy, I skied right fast as I could.  Sooo, about 30 minutes later I show up. ;)  One look at his face and I can tell this not a "rub some dirt on it" kind of incident.  I had to get the ski patrol to come over and take a look at him, and they decided he needed a ride to the bottom.  For the first time ever, one of my kids was put on the stretcher and taken to the bottom.  As in any crisis situation, I am reserving my freak out for much later.  Instead, I pull out my phone and take pictures.  There must be some documentation to this historic event. ;) Too bad I'm too technologically challenged to get those photos from my phone to Bud's lap top.  You'll just have to take my word for it...I was calm, the big kid was tough and the little one was excited!  He got to ride on the back of the snow mobile.  All he had to say was, "I'm kind of glad big the kid got hurt, cuz this is really cool.  I mean, no offense or anything, big kid."  I'm sure there was none taken. ;)  I got to carry all the gear and meet them at the bottom, can you say pack mule?   And let me just say, that I was in the medical office before they were. So, I guess I can ski fast afterall, it just takes the right motiviation. ;)  Turns out the big kid has a crack in one of his wrist bones and a chip out of the other.  Cool red cast and lots of attention later we are about to head home and he says, "Hey doc, can I play tennis with this thing?"  And, "How long before I can get back out on the mountain?"  As long as he has a mean one handed back hand there will be zero down time from tennis.  And the doc says, "One day to rest and you can snowboard on Wednesday."  What?  Ummm, I don't think so.  Mom says at least 2 days off the mountain.  I am so mean. ;)

The wine of the day is Two Hand's Gnarley Dudes Shiraz.  I'll be sipping on this while I finally let all the emotions of the day catch up to me.  Somebody pull out my crazy baby is broken!  I don't care if he is 14 1/2, he's still my baby. ;)  I guess my baby really is a big kid and he can seriously shred the gnar, at least that's what the x-ray says. ;)  Tomorrow I'll enjoy a good day of movies with him, and hopefully convince him that he wants to do that the next day too.  Not gonna happen...but a mom can hope!

Happy Spring Break Monday!

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