If you were supposed to be packing RIGHT THIS SECOND and one of the things you had to decide was which swimsuit to pack for the super-fun hotel with the indoor water park thingie that sounded really good last week… you’d be procrastinating, too, right? Blogging, instead…? Anything but visiting the swimwear drawer?
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I suggested the fun, aquatic themed hotel idea. For one thing, I thought it’d be booked solid. It wasn’t. I am not the ‘fun’ parent. Seth-5yr eloquently, solemnly sums this up as, “Fun is not mom’s uh-paht-ment.” He means ‘department.’ As in, “Fun is not Mom’s Department.” And he’s right. I am not fun and do not mind at all that the kids know and express this so well.
I am affectionate and reliable, overprotective to the extreme, sorta strict and really dorky. But never fun. Fun ideas do NOT originate with me. I am proudly the “no, let’s think of all the awful consequences of that fun and then say NO before someone gets hurt” Parent. Or before some pasty maternal person ends up in a swimsuit in late November. Except for now. Whatever went wrong…?
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Yes, that was an abrupt ending, but Mike is giving me the stinkeye for not packing. Procrastination complete. Unfortunately.