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.
5:32 am
On our last vacation, I opted to buy a Land’s End suit that looks more like shorts and a tank top than a swim suit. I looked like a dork, but it’s just easier that way. And at least there was less pasty white skin showing to blind my fellow vacationers with.
10:01 am
Have a great trip! Don’t worry, you are not the only un-fun parent around!
11:57 pm
I’m the un-fun parent too. Just the other day my three year old was trying unsuccessfully to get me to do something fun, and he finally sighed and said, “What time is dad coming home?”
Hope you’ll have a good time anyway!
7:45 pm
Geekwif, i thought that was a brilliant idea. And, fortunately for me, i AM a dork, so that would have been the perfect suit. I ended up freezing cold and i wrapped a towel around my waist like a skirt and anotoher one on top and it ended up looking like a strapless, white terry cloth atrocity of an evening gown. But I was warm. And those towels should have been MUCH bigger. The hotel had a ‘wolf’ theme and this creepy dad would walk by me and howl like a wolf every few minutes. I think it was the outfit, but whatever. it was warm.
Thank you, Laurie! We really did!
Awww Sara. Don’t you just love that question…?! Here it has two varieties. “when is dad getting home?” and also, “wait. Is dad in town?” That’s for when they’re afraid the fun parent has left the state and they’re stuck with me indefinitely!