Oh, hey there.
What have you been doing this past week?
I've been watching baseball and working on my tan and ferrying my children to various camp-y activities, eating watermelon and enjoying the clean, chemical smell of chlorine that has permeated our pores. I have seen an old friend, and prepared to say goodbye to another. I have celebrated our seventeenth wedding anniversary and organized boxes of photographs and cried with happiness at both things. I have been a puddly mess of emotions, and relied far too much on the brewskis as a mood stabilizer.
I have not written. Who has the time, with all that going on?
I have thrown up my hands and declared myself 'Done with being mommy for the day!', only to start laughing a second later when Julia said, 'Yes! Now I can do whatever I want!'
I lost my mind today and took them all to Chuck E. Cheese to escape the ridiculous heat, and found myself not minding at all when they fed $25 worth of tokens into machines. We walked out of there with some tattoos and sunglasses and Smarties. I love Smarties.
I question the marketing genius who decided that a giant rat would be a great mascot for an establishment touting food and good, clean, family fun. Who would have guessed? Sean caught six mice in our garage this week, giving me a Code Red level anxiety attack, and making me wonder if I should charge admission to the garage and serve crappy pizza on the car hood. Maybe set up a cornhole toss.
Give out plastic fang teeth and Smarties as prizes.
I question the marketing genius who decided to name a popular game after a euphamism for a butthole. It makes me wonder if I should come up with a seemingly innocuous portable game, and name it something like Rimjob Toss, or Nutsack Ball, or The Clamslapper. Bars could hold Collegiate Clamslapper Tournaments, they would be televised on ESPN 12 or one of those other networks that show curling and cornhole and pub trivia and the rochambeau championships (which totally exist).
I am watching summer tumble past and I keep trying to grab it and hold on. I pull at the days to slow them down, and find myself looking at my sleeping children each night thinking, 'Again? Is today over, again?'
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Nice refreshing post. Like lemonade for my brain. Just right.
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Reminded of summers when you were a kid.....many a time it was just you, Shane and Toby. Going somewhere with me, Dad, Cindy and Wayne...we did have a lot of fun. So sorry I wasn't here to help you through your Code Red! Love this post, there's nothing like shuffling through old pics to take you down memory lane. We have a lot planned over the next six months.....hold on! Love you...
ReplyDeleteA dip in the pool counts as a bath, right? I mean, the kids are practically disinfected then, no?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post as always. Except the Chuck E. Cheese thing. Reminds me where I have to go next week....
'Again? Is today over, again?' - exactly. To this, I can relate. Sadly, also to the garage rodents. A rat, a RAT!, just sauntered past me the other day while I was out there. I can't get out of here fast enough.
ReplyDeleteI would play Clamslapper any day. If for no other reason than to say "Clamslapper" - a lot.
clamslapper...that's fantastic.
ReplyDeleteChuck E. Cheese's is a dangerous place to visit, at least in California. Something about the place that drives people to violence. Maybe it's the fact that most of the games are always out of tickets.
ReplyDeleteI think your establishment would do excellent well in San Francisco.
ReplyDeleteYou are one of my best friends and we've never met...I really have potential for some crazy swf antics. I absolutely adore your writing....if flipping vodka chelsea can have books, she wrote, published...on paper....you, my bff are going to go far...just don't get hooked on coke in the excitement.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is a little freaky, but very touching! Thank you for reading!
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