So far we are having a great time on our spring break trip. We saw the space shuttle Discovery launch yesterday and today we took an airboat ride in a real Florida swamp -- Boggy Creek.
Sure, we're five miles from Disney World, but we've been there, done that. Today was supposed to be a theme park day, and the kids had agreed on Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. But instead we slept in a little late and weren't really moving too fast today. So we opted for a lower key experience.
I had been on an airboat ride in Florida when I was a kid. It was somewhere west of Fort Myers in the Everglades. But the rest of my family had never been. I can't say anyone was too excited, but it was an easy 20 minute drive south of Orlando on a country road, and it was well worth the trip.
My favorite parts of Florida are not the theme parks. I don't like spending several hundred dollars in one day to stand in line. It was fun when the kids were smaller and they got so much out of it, and our family is a pretty patient group, but now I have teens. That makes it more of a challenge.
So we come to Florida and do different things. We'll go over to the beach (that's free), and we'll find a cool go-cart track. There's tennis here, and that's great. We played bingo this afternoon. (Yesterday we watched; today I wanted to play. We played four games for pots of money that ranged from just over $100 to $250. That's worth sitting an hour for, and it's worth the $6 it cost me to play. I didn't win, but I met Shirley and Larry from Pittsburg. It was fun.
We've only been here a couple days, and the vacation hasn't been perfect. I try not to let it hurt my feelings that my 14 year old told me, "I didn't come all this way to hang out with you." But it also was nice when, given the chance, the kids did not want to go to Universal Studios today by themselves.
Seeing the space shuttle launch was especially cool. We didn't drive to the coast as we'd originally planned because we were going to combine it with a beach visit, and the news said high rip tides made swimming hazardous. I didn't want to listen to the kids whine about going over there and not being able to swim, so we stayed here. It was fine though, because we scouted out a spot at the edge of the resort, over a lake, with a clear horizon. We gathered there with dozens of other families and my son took video. It will be up on YouTube when we get home and I'll link it here.
More to come from Kissimmee, Florida. Tomorrow we're going to try to get up early to hit a bucket of balls on the driving range and play some tennis. Tomorrow night we'll go see a spring training game: Atlanta Braves and NY Mets. Vacations in Orlando, even when you've outgrown Mickey, are worth the trip.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Family Dinners are Fun!
Our family helped my mother celebrate her 70th birthday on March 5 with a trip to Benihana in Dallas. If you haven't been to Benihana lately, you really should make a point of going soon. It can be pretty pricey, so be prepared for meals in the $30 - $50 per person price range,plus tip, depending on drinks, appetizers, sushi, etc., but the experience is well worth it. Even our three teenage boys had fun and THANKED us for taking them there. My mom and sister even tried their first sushi (well psuedo-sushi). Personally I liked the Mango Sakitini best. (And I could do without the green tea ice cream...ick.)
From left, bottom, my big brother Bob, my sister-in-law Amy, my mother, me, my husband, Mark. Top left, my son Tanner (16), my nephew Bret (14), my son Dylan (14), and my sister Kathleen.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Out of the mouths of babes...
We all know kids say the darndest things. They ask questions, and as parents we're supposed to answer them because it's our job to be their first and most important teacher.
Yesterday, as I burned the morning toast for the second time in as many weeks, my 14 year old looked at me and with a pensive, serious, almost concerned expression on his face he asked, perhaps more rhetorically than to me, "Why do they put a setting on a toaster that burns the toast?"
As the search engine in my brain took off in a slightly foggy, early morning quest for the answer, it bogged down. I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Within a split second my brain processor had eliminated "To toast other things that require higher settings," because there was nothing I could think of that you toasted on the highest settings of a toaster.
I also had eliminated the response "For the bagels," quickly realizing that bagels require an even lower setting because otherwise the edges burn. Pop tarts require lower...
Holy Cow. Dylan had asked a question to which I was stumped. "Why does a toaster have a setting that burns toast?"
It's not the first time I couldn't answer a question, but usually the questions I can't answer revolve around school subjects like Texas History, of which as a non-Texan I've been spared, or algebra, or kid needs like how to string a guitar or reinstall XP. Usually when it comes to basic kitchen appliances I am master of my domain.
So what is the answer? Why is there such a high setting on a toaster? Did a design team in some factory decide to add hotter settings just because they could? Did a marketing person suggest "more settings" as a way to get ahead of the competition and provide more fodder for bullet points in an ad? Did an executive devise the idea as a way to raise prices? Is it a conspiracy between bread manufacturers and toaster producers, perhaps combined with the power companies and big oil to get us to use more energy, burn bread thus increasing the rate at which a loaf is consumed...are the farmers and the grocery stores and the bakeries all in on this?
Or is this just a symbol of the waste that has been occuring in America as we add bells and whistles and heat settings to appliances that no one needs but that require more materials to provide thus more jobs and more expense and the resulting ability to charge consumers more money for the same old thing?
I don't know. If you think about it too hard it makes your head hurt. I'm sure my son forgot his question and hasn't given it another thought. I on the other hand have been pondering it off an on for about 28 hours now. Subconsciously, but still.
Out there somewhere is the guy (I'm guessing) who designed my GE Bagel Switch 4 Slice Toaster. He (or she) knows why there is a setting on a toaster that burns toast. He or she probably also knows what cooks in a toaster on the highest setting. If anything.
Jack Welch probably knows the answer. I don't know the answer. I'd like to know why my toaster has a setting on it that burns toast. Does this make sense? To anyone? Can something be done about this? Is there a watchdog group out there that needs a cause? Why hasn't Congress brought in witnesses? Why hasn't this issue been raised before...
I for one plan to use this newly acquired realization to remain above the influence. I plan to keep my toaster set conservatively on 6. I suggest, dear reader, that you heed my advice and do the same.
Yesterday, as I burned the morning toast for the second time in as many weeks, my 14 year old looked at me and with a pensive, serious, almost concerned expression on his face he asked, perhaps more rhetorically than to me, "Why do they put a setting on a toaster that burns the toast?"
As the search engine in my brain took off in a slightly foggy, early morning quest for the answer, it bogged down. I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Within a split second my brain processor had eliminated "To toast other things that require higher settings," because there was nothing I could think of that you toasted on the highest settings of a toaster.
I also had eliminated the response "For the bagels," quickly realizing that bagels require an even lower setting because otherwise the edges burn. Pop tarts require lower...
Holy Cow. Dylan had asked a question to which I was stumped. "Why does a toaster have a setting that burns toast?"
It's not the first time I couldn't answer a question, but usually the questions I can't answer revolve around school subjects like Texas History, of which as a non-Texan I've been spared, or algebra, or kid needs like how to string a guitar or reinstall XP. Usually when it comes to basic kitchen appliances I am master of my domain.
So what is the answer? Why is there such a high setting on a toaster? Did a design team in some factory decide to add hotter settings just because they could? Did a marketing person suggest "more settings" as a way to get ahead of the competition and provide more fodder for bullet points in an ad? Did an executive devise the idea as a way to raise prices? Is it a conspiracy between bread manufacturers and toaster producers, perhaps combined with the power companies and big oil to get us to use more energy, burn bread thus increasing the rate at which a loaf is consumed...are the farmers and the grocery stores and the bakeries all in on this?
Or is this just a symbol of the waste that has been occuring in America as we add bells and whistles and heat settings to appliances that no one needs but that require more materials to provide thus more jobs and more expense and the resulting ability to charge consumers more money for the same old thing?
I don't know. If you think about it too hard it makes your head hurt. I'm sure my son forgot his question and hasn't given it another thought. I on the other hand have been pondering it off an on for about 28 hours now. Subconsciously, but still.
Out there somewhere is the guy (I'm guessing) who designed my GE Bagel Switch 4 Slice Toaster. He (or she) knows why there is a setting on a toaster that burns toast. He or she probably also knows what cooks in a toaster on the highest setting. If anything.
Jack Welch probably knows the answer. I don't know the answer. I'd like to know why my toaster has a setting on it that burns toast. Does this make sense? To anyone? Can something be done about this? Is there a watchdog group out there that needs a cause? Why hasn't Congress brought in witnesses? Why hasn't this issue been raised before...
I for one plan to use this newly acquired realization to remain above the influence. I plan to keep my toaster set conservatively on 6. I suggest, dear reader, that you heed my advice and do the same.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Valentines is over, so what do I do with the box?
My spouse thoughtfully gave me the traditional heart shaped box of Russell Stover chocolates. Although the chocolates were gone by weekend's end, the box has been laying around. Today I picked it up with plans to get it off my kitchen counter, but now it's on my desk, here by my computer, because I can't decide what to do with it.
I recycle just about everything. From cat food cans to plastic milk jugs, soda cans to Lean Cuisine boxes, if it's paper, plastic, aluminum or tin, I have a container for it and a recycling center down the road that will take it.
But what about this heart shaped box? It's really too pretty to throw away. It has Russell Stover's name stamped into it, so it's not really good for decorative purposes, I of course won't throw it away, but it's really too pretty for the recycle pile. I'm in a quandary. I really don't know what to do.
If anyone out there has a creative use for a heart-shaped box, let me know what it is. I did a quick search on Google looking for ideas, but to no avail. I can't be the only person with this problem. In past years I've received chocolates, so I must have gotten rid of the box one way or another. I don't have a stockpile of these boxes in a closet or on a shelf. But I can't imagine myself throwing them away either.
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE HEART SHAPED BOX WHEN THE CANDY IS ALL GONE???
I recycle just about everything. From cat food cans to plastic milk jugs, soda cans to Lean Cuisine boxes, if it's paper, plastic, aluminum or tin, I have a container for it and a recycling center down the road that will take it.
But what about this heart shaped box? It's really too pretty to throw away. It has Russell Stover's name stamped into it, so it's not really good for decorative purposes, I of course won't throw it away, but it's really too pretty for the recycle pile. I'm in a quandary. I really don't know what to do.
If anyone out there has a creative use for a heart-shaped box, let me know what it is. I did a quick search on Google looking for ideas, but to no avail. I can't be the only person with this problem. In past years I've received chocolates, so I must have gotten rid of the box one way or another. I don't have a stockpile of these boxes in a closet or on a shelf. But I can't imagine myself throwing them away either.
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE HEART SHAPED BOX WHEN THE CANDY IS ALL GONE???
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Something Good About George Bush
People who know me will see the title of this post and wonder. But I finally have come up with something good about George Bush: He made us laugh. (Click on the photo to the left for a link to a great compilation of some of W's brightest moments.)
Yes, laughter is good. Although with Mr. Bush that laughter was quickly followed by the nervous twitter of realizing he was the leader of the free world. Usually that led to complete and utter embarassment --at least for me, and it should for our nation. But George Bush fueled the comedy of our nation and the world more than any president in history. He made us laugh more. Okay it was at him, not with him, but laughter is still good.
I'll miss him for that. But I'm really glad he doesn't have to try to be our president any more. I don't think he was cut out for that job. I'd like to see him buy another baseball team or something. I'd even love it if he bought a lake house down here and a nice bass boat. He could come down to get away from the city and hang with the weekenders at Don's Port Marina or the locals at Cedar Isle.
Enjoy your retirement, Mr. Bush. I'm very, very happy for you.
Yes, laughter is good. Although with Mr. Bush that laughter was quickly followed by the nervous twitter of realizing he was the leader of the free world. Usually that led to complete and utter embarassment --at least for me, and it should for our nation. But George Bush fueled the comedy of our nation and the world more than any president in history. He made us laugh more. Okay it was at him, not with him, but laughter is still good.
I'll miss him for that. But I'm really glad he doesn't have to try to be our president any more. I don't think he was cut out for that job. I'd like to see him buy another baseball team or something. I'd even love it if he bought a lake house down here and a nice bass boat. He could come down to get away from the city and hang with the weekenders at Don's Port Marina or the locals at Cedar Isle.
Enjoy your retirement, Mr. Bush. I'm very, very happy for you.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Ice Storm Schmice Storm
I don't watch a lot of television news, but when bad weather occurs, you have to watch. Since we live an hour away from the city, it can be fine where we are but deadly treacherous in Dallas. Since some teachers drive from quite a distance, our schools are often delayed and even closed when the weather "elsewhere" is bad. Thus is the case today.
The big ice storm of '09 is upon us, but not really. News reporters in Dallas and Fort Worth have dug out their cutest winter head gear to stand in the intersection of some major highway to tell you that it's slick out. There isn't much traffic on the roads, Dallas looks to be closed, and my husband just stayed home. With the economy the way it is he isn't overwhelmed at work. Since the company is in Dallas, they may close for the day or at least delay opening anyway. He's been there ten years. He has days off he can take. So be it.
Of course I have to work. There is no such thing as unable to get to work when your office is in your house. It also means I'll have to make breakfast later than usual and maybe take the kids to school when they start at 10. The bridges and overpasses will be icy, and my 16 year old has no experience with that sort of thing. (There are several bridges over a lake before you get to the high school from here.) On the other hand, he has to learn.
I don't like unexpected weather patterns. I don't like having three people "at work with me" unscheduled. These people know me as Mom and Wife, and they are used to talking to me and having me do things for them. Between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m., I don't like to be Mom or Wife. I have work to do.
Ice Storm, Schmice Storm. The weather is fine where I am. I'm a little worried about my iris and Cana bulbs that have sprouted in the last week. My tropicals and palms that are in the ground are not looking too good either. (But neither are the pots of palms and other plants that got brought in for the winter. I just do not have a green thumb.)
But I digress, which is what happens when there are people home who should be at school and work, and when the reporters on TV are making a big deal out of a little ice. But it is a big deal in Dallas. We don't get ice often. People don't know anything about it. Pick-ups do horribly on ice, fishtailing everywhere, and everyone drives pick-ups. I even heard some idiot say, "At least I have four wheel drive." As if that would help! I lived in Colorado for 15 years and we had four wheel drive. It's great for snow or mud or going through streams or up mountains, but on ice it's like having four wheels out of control.
My husband tried something he saw on the news. The dumbest thing I've seen today. He put a cardboard pizza box over his windshield so he wouldn't have to scrape the ice off. I was out this morning doing a "weather check" in time to see him trying to get the pizza box off his windshield. Yes, it was stuck. I wonder how many viewers were dumb enough to try the same thing? And how many are sorry they did today. Once when I was in college I saw on the Dallas news that you could pour a pitcher of water on your windshield and melt the ice off if you didn't have a scraper. I did that with a steaming pitcher of water and my entire windshield cracked, costing me several hundred dollars. These people haven't got a clue!
My kids are getting ready to go to school. My husband thinks he'll take the day off. We've been painting, and he can finish one of the areas. Of course it's part of my office. He says he can do it without disturbing me. I doubt that very, very, very much.
Ice storm, schmice storm. What do they do in other parts of the world? Up north people can't possibly stay home everytime the weather is bad. I suppose that because people down here don't have proper coats or gloves or even ice scrapers, we have to shut everything down. But come on people. How is anyone supposed to get any work done when the city shuts down and my husband stays home. Do you know how easy it is to get me off task? Do you know how much I enjoy a day alone with my spouse, and how rare those days are? I have lunch plans and conference calls....this changes everything. Can we reschedule this storm for next week? I'm just too busy this week.
The big ice storm of '09 is upon us, but not really. News reporters in Dallas and Fort Worth have dug out their cutest winter head gear to stand in the intersection of some major highway to tell you that it's slick out. There isn't much traffic on the roads, Dallas looks to be closed, and my husband just stayed home. With the economy the way it is he isn't overwhelmed at work. Since the company is in Dallas, they may close for the day or at least delay opening anyway. He's been there ten years. He has days off he can take. So be it.
Of course I have to work. There is no such thing as unable to get to work when your office is in your house. It also means I'll have to make breakfast later than usual and maybe take the kids to school when they start at 10. The bridges and overpasses will be icy, and my 16 year old has no experience with that sort of thing. (There are several bridges over a lake before you get to the high school from here.) On the other hand, he has to learn.
I don't like unexpected weather patterns. I don't like having three people "at work with me" unscheduled. These people know me as Mom and Wife, and they are used to talking to me and having me do things for them. Between 8 a.m. and 4 p.m., I don't like to be Mom or Wife. I have work to do.
Ice Storm, Schmice Storm. The weather is fine where I am. I'm a little worried about my iris and Cana bulbs that have sprouted in the last week. My tropicals and palms that are in the ground are not looking too good either. (But neither are the pots of palms and other plants that got brought in for the winter. I just do not have a green thumb.)
But I digress, which is what happens when there are people home who should be at school and work, and when the reporters on TV are making a big deal out of a little ice. But it is a big deal in Dallas. We don't get ice often. People don't know anything about it. Pick-ups do horribly on ice, fishtailing everywhere, and everyone drives pick-ups. I even heard some idiot say, "At least I have four wheel drive." As if that would help! I lived in Colorado for 15 years and we had four wheel drive. It's great for snow or mud or going through streams or up mountains, but on ice it's like having four wheels out of control.
My husband tried something he saw on the news. The dumbest thing I've seen today. He put a cardboard pizza box over his windshield so he wouldn't have to scrape the ice off. I was out this morning doing a "weather check" in time to see him trying to get the pizza box off his windshield. Yes, it was stuck. I wonder how many viewers were dumb enough to try the same thing? And how many are sorry they did today. Once when I was in college I saw on the Dallas news that you could pour a pitcher of water on your windshield and melt the ice off if you didn't have a scraper. I did that with a steaming pitcher of water and my entire windshield cracked, costing me several hundred dollars. These people haven't got a clue!
My kids are getting ready to go to school. My husband thinks he'll take the day off. We've been painting, and he can finish one of the areas. Of course it's part of my office. He says he can do it without disturbing me. I doubt that very, very, very much.
Ice storm, schmice storm. What do they do in other parts of the world? Up north people can't possibly stay home everytime the weather is bad. I suppose that because people down here don't have proper coats or gloves or even ice scrapers, we have to shut everything down. But come on people. How is anyone supposed to get any work done when the city shuts down and my husband stays home. Do you know how easy it is to get me off task? Do you know how much I enjoy a day alone with my spouse, and how rare those days are? I have lunch plans and conference calls....this changes everything. Can we reschedule this storm for next week? I'm just too busy this week.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Is Today Sunday?
My kids have been home since December 23 nearly full time. My spouse has been home since December 24 full time. I have had plenty of time off. I have had a lovely, low key, stress free holiday season, with lots of laughs and plenty of family time. Holiday decorations have been put away. My house is clean, the laundry is done. Even the cats have adjusted and have started sleeping in. This has to be about over.
Don't get me wrong. No one loves vacation more than I. But now the entitlement of it all is starting to wear thin.
My mother will tell you that I have spoiled my boys rotten. I always figured it was my job as mother (and a privilege for me -- a source of pride too) to make my children a warm breakfast. I have made breakfast for my kids for 16 years. As teens they are becoming easier and often want just cereal, which they can get themselves. When it comes to lunch, they can make their own sandwiches but don't. I don't mind making lunch, figuring it saves me money if they aren't wholesale raiding my refrigerator every few hours. But having them home means there's been little time for much else between "feedings."
Meal time has been especially dictated by the incredible poison ivy rash that my youngest, who is severely allergic to poison ivy, decided to get for the holidays. His three times daily regimen of cortizone steroid medication requires food, so I've been a short order cook for a week.
The poison ivy episode itself was an ordeal. The weather has been nice. Dylan and his friends have been building a course for playing with their (I'm told) relatively harmless airsoft guns. On Sunday, Dylan's rash appeared, the itching kept him awake overnight, and by Monday his right eye was nearly swollen shut. After applying every home remedy on the internet (with some short-lived success) throughout the morning, we knew he needed a shot, so I took him to the doctor. Anyway, after a big shot of steroids in his butt he got immediate relief, but he needs meds with food three times a day.
That was five days ago. Since then I've made sure that he has taken his medication three times a day with food. If you can imagine how much time in the day that takes up, you can understand my growing excitement about returning to work, kids returning to school, and life returning to "normal."
The point of this post is that this has been a really good break for me. But it's starting to wear thin.
Yesterday I had a melt down over a movie the boys rented, which disapated into a melt-down about everything to do with them on that particular day. I was relaxing, having spent DAYS doing laundry and the day taking down Christmas decorations and cleaning., putting things back to normal and rearranging things a bit. I was sitting on the couch doing a Sudoku (Santa brought it) when the boys came in from town.
They were carrying fast food drinks and a new horn for the golf cart (honk honk). My boys are funny. They are small town kids, and there really isn't much to do here. They find their fun at WalMart (buying silly things like a horn for the golf cart), and they even enjoy going through the new carwash. Last week my oldest showed me a video he'd taken on his phone of the new car wash. "You took my car through the car wash?" I asked, "Twice," he had answered. "Twice?" I'd asked laughing before adding, "What a waste of money." "It's fun, and besides, Stephen paid," he'd said. "Oh," I'd said, thinking "at least I didn't pay for it." Our neighbors have small town kids too, and they're all loaded up with Christmas money. I guess if one of the neighbor boys wants to pay to go through the carwash for fun and they are in my car, I shouldn't complain. It's pretty funny stuff.
Anyway, you can understand how the kids are getting bored too. You can only go to WalMart and go through the car wash or to the movies or to the burger joint so many times before you are truly bored. That's why they had gone to rent some movies.
So back to this movie: I was sitting on the couch. I never watched it, per say, because I was trying to do a Sudoku, but from the moment it began until the moment when I said, "That's enough, turn it off," I heard nothing but fowl language. It wasn't funny. It was awful. I wasn't watching, but I could hear my husband commenting from behind me about the violence, blood and gore. Before "losing it" and demanding that the thing be turned off, I had been told by my children in response to my exhaltations of disgust, "If you don't like it, go to another room," and "You aren't watching it anyway so don't worry about it," and other disrespectful things.
Anyway, long story short, the movie (a Ben Stiller movie called Tribal Thunder) did not get watched and today I am going to try to take it back to Blockbuster to find out why they allowed kids under 17 to rent a movie rated R, and I'm going to try to get credit put back on my kid's gift card. I can be really calm about this, and I can only try. That movie was nuts though. I'm thoroughly disgusted with Ben Stiller's choice there. I don't know where I lost control of the boundaries with my children, but the fact that they thought they could bring that into my house and play it on the TV in my living room while I'm sitting on the couch relaxing and enjoying some down time, is beyond me. But they learned yesterday that there is a line, and that movie crossed it. My oldest even agreed. My youngest, I was appalled to hear, had already seen the movie at the theatre -- a 14 year old with his 13 year old "date!" What is this world coming to?
So the movie incident led me to the money wasting of buying $14 worth of fast food at 4 in the afternoon (when they would want dinner in two hours anyway) and buying a horn for the golf cart. Spend, spend, spend. I haven't even checked to see if they also washed my car.
It's definitely time for me to get back to work and for the kids to go back to what they do. I have enjoyed having my husband around, although if was around a lot I'd have to buy him a computer and add on another office because he has been on my computer and in my office a lot. There's good reason. He has been helping my son try to fix his XBox. This in itself has been a ten day ordeal that has involved something expensive and electronic being taken apart on my conference table, new tools were purchased, special trips to Dallas for salves and gadgetry were made, as well as two trips to Lowes for nylon then rubber washers the right size. They thought they fixed it yesterday, twice, but to no avail. Now they are looking to buy another broken Xbox off ebay to get the part they need to fix it...I'm not sure I get it, but it's their business. All these activities require a computer so they could watch "how to" videos on You Tube and find locations for stores to buy what they needed, and because I thought the experience was excellent for my son, I allowed it to take place and did laundry instead. Now it really is getting to be time for me to get back to work, and it's about time to get that stuff off my conference table. I haven't said anything yet though.
The problem with a long holiday vacation is that, while at the start of the vacation every day feels like Friday, toward the end every day feels like it should be Sunday. I'm not particularly fond of Sundays. They always have the aura of "Bummer, the weekend is over" combined with "I have so much to do tomorrow." I guess that's why God invented church. Maybe if you go to church on Sunday morning you are thankful for the weekend you had and the job you are returning to. I think I need church every day.
Oh well, it's been a great break...are we going back to school and work now...no, not quite yet, but I've just been informed everyone IS hungry.
Don't get me wrong. No one loves vacation more than I. But now the entitlement of it all is starting to wear thin.
My mother will tell you that I have spoiled my boys rotten. I always figured it was my job as mother (and a privilege for me -- a source of pride too) to make my children a warm breakfast. I have made breakfast for my kids for 16 years. As teens they are becoming easier and often want just cereal, which they can get themselves. When it comes to lunch, they can make their own sandwiches but don't. I don't mind making lunch, figuring it saves me money if they aren't wholesale raiding my refrigerator every few hours. But having them home means there's been little time for much else between "feedings."
Meal time has been especially dictated by the incredible poison ivy rash that my youngest, who is severely allergic to poison ivy, decided to get for the holidays. His three times daily regimen of cortizone steroid medication requires food, so I've been a short order cook for a week.
The poison ivy episode itself was an ordeal. The weather has been nice. Dylan and his friends have been building a course for playing with their (I'm told) relatively harmless airsoft guns. On Sunday, Dylan's rash appeared, the itching kept him awake overnight, and by Monday his right eye was nearly swollen shut. After applying every home remedy on the internet (with some short-lived success) throughout the morning, we knew he needed a shot, so I took him to the doctor. Anyway, after a big shot of steroids in his butt he got immediate relief, but he needs meds with food three times a day.
That was five days ago. Since then I've made sure that he has taken his medication three times a day with food. If you can imagine how much time in the day that takes up, you can understand my growing excitement about returning to work, kids returning to school, and life returning to "normal."
The point of this post is that this has been a really good break for me. But it's starting to wear thin.
Yesterday I had a melt down over a movie the boys rented, which disapated into a melt-down about everything to do with them on that particular day. I was relaxing, having spent DAYS doing laundry and the day taking down Christmas decorations and cleaning., putting things back to normal and rearranging things a bit. I was sitting on the couch doing a Sudoku (Santa brought it) when the boys came in from town.
They were carrying fast food drinks and a new horn for the golf cart (honk honk). My boys are funny. They are small town kids, and there really isn't much to do here. They find their fun at WalMart (buying silly things like a horn for the golf cart), and they even enjoy going through the new carwash. Last week my oldest showed me a video he'd taken on his phone of the new car wash. "You took my car through the car wash?" I asked, "Twice," he had answered. "Twice?" I'd asked laughing before adding, "What a waste of money." "It's fun, and besides, Stephen paid," he'd said. "Oh," I'd said, thinking "at least I didn't pay for it." Our neighbors have small town kids too, and they're all loaded up with Christmas money. I guess if one of the neighbor boys wants to pay to go through the carwash for fun and they are in my car, I shouldn't complain. It's pretty funny stuff.
Anyway, you can understand how the kids are getting bored too. You can only go to WalMart and go through the car wash or to the movies or to the burger joint so many times before you are truly bored. That's why they had gone to rent some movies.
So back to this movie: I was sitting on the couch. I never watched it, per say, because I was trying to do a Sudoku, but from the moment it began until the moment when I said, "That's enough, turn it off," I heard nothing but fowl language. It wasn't funny. It was awful. I wasn't watching, but I could hear my husband commenting from behind me about the violence, blood and gore. Before "losing it" and demanding that the thing be turned off, I had been told by my children in response to my exhaltations of disgust, "If you don't like it, go to another room," and "You aren't watching it anyway so don't worry about it," and other disrespectful things.
Anyway, long story short, the movie (a Ben Stiller movie called Tribal Thunder) did not get watched and today I am going to try to take it back to Blockbuster to find out why they allowed kids under 17 to rent a movie rated R, and I'm going to try to get credit put back on my kid's gift card. I can be really calm about this, and I can only try. That movie was nuts though. I'm thoroughly disgusted with Ben Stiller's choice there. I don't know where I lost control of the boundaries with my children, but the fact that they thought they could bring that into my house and play it on the TV in my living room while I'm sitting on the couch relaxing and enjoying some down time, is beyond me. But they learned yesterday that there is a line, and that movie crossed it. My oldest even agreed. My youngest, I was appalled to hear, had already seen the movie at the theatre -- a 14 year old with his 13 year old "date!" What is this world coming to?
So the movie incident led me to the money wasting of buying $14 worth of fast food at 4 in the afternoon (when they would want dinner in two hours anyway) and buying a horn for the golf cart. Spend, spend, spend. I haven't even checked to see if they also washed my car.
It's definitely time for me to get back to work and for the kids to go back to what they do. I have enjoyed having my husband around, although if was around a lot I'd have to buy him a computer and add on another office because he has been on my computer and in my office a lot. There's good reason. He has been helping my son try to fix his XBox. This in itself has been a ten day ordeal that has involved something expensive and electronic being taken apart on my conference table, new tools were purchased, special trips to Dallas for salves and gadgetry were made, as well as two trips to Lowes for nylon then rubber washers the right size. They thought they fixed it yesterday, twice, but to no avail. Now they are looking to buy another broken Xbox off ebay to get the part they need to fix it...I'm not sure I get it, but it's their business. All these activities require a computer so they could watch "how to" videos on You Tube and find locations for stores to buy what they needed, and because I thought the experience was excellent for my son, I allowed it to take place and did laundry instead. Now it really is getting to be time for me to get back to work, and it's about time to get that stuff off my conference table. I haven't said anything yet though.
The problem with a long holiday vacation is that, while at the start of the vacation every day feels like Friday, toward the end every day feels like it should be Sunday. I'm not particularly fond of Sundays. They always have the aura of "Bummer, the weekend is over" combined with "I have so much to do tomorrow." I guess that's why God invented church. Maybe if you go to church on Sunday morning you are thankful for the weekend you had and the job you are returning to. I think I need church every day.
Oh well, it's been a great break...are we going back to school and work now...no, not quite yet, but I've just been informed everyone IS hungry.
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