Tomorrow is Family Day in Ontario.
i’m sorry…what? Family Day? I was under the impression that Saturday and Sunday were family days. Days of jam-packed family time. of food shopping. and birthday parties.Ã‚Â and more birthday parties. and swimming lessons. and playdates. and skating lessons. or baking cookies. and reading stories. and playing Wii. and playing Barbie. and getting my nails done by my 6-year-old. and the kids staying up late. and not having school. and them being bored to tears. and not being able to agree on anything. of pulling Isabella AND the toilet brush out of the toilet. of Chuck E. Cheese excursions. and the Science Centre. and Tim Horton’s breakfasts.
of waking up a sleeping child to make it to a birthday party (yes, any of you who have had to do this know how fun it is…)
of making cakes that look like castles
(why yes, Virginia, that is my daughter CRYING about the cake…this is what happens when you wake a sleeping child…see above photo. and that IS cake batter on Josh’s nose. because YES i do let them like the spatula. sue me.)
now…they are giving us an extra day this week. don’t get me wrong…i’m all for days off. not having to go to work in the morning is a blessed thing. not having to get up at the butt-crack off dawn and race to get out of the house while there are outfits to pick out and asses to wipe and Tigger and Pooh movies to put on that all slow. me. down. and make me late every. single. day. of the week.
but, i ask you,Ã‚Â why couldn’t they give me a day off when my kids have to go to school? because THAT would be the best family day ever. a day where the husband and i could sleep until noon. and watch things that are pvr’ed. and lounge in my pajamas. and eat a meal without having to get someone a drink.
because, i swear, i feel like i am a DRINK SERVANT.
all. day. long.
“i want chocolate milk.”
“can i have a drink? cold water with ice. in a glass.”
“i need juice!”
“i don’t want apple juice. i want orange juice”
“not that cup. i need my Joshua mug!”
“i want chocolate milk”
it never fucking ends with the drinks. tell me i’m not alone. please. or maybe my kids are just ridiculous drinkers. camels.
or why couldn’t they make this day in the summer…when i can just throw them outside without having to spend 45 minutes bundling them up…only to have them spend 45 seconds outside and beg to come back in because they are too cold (they are mine. through and through). because this:
is about 832 times better than this:
now, if you’ll excuse me. i have to get Isabella in bed. pick up Emily from her playdate and clean the crap out of my house. because Fry and Tova are coming over and we are going to cook us some Thai food. and then i’m going to have
some wine a beer. or 4. because i am classy. and i could really use one. or 4. because tomorrow i get to wake up and doÃ‚Â this all over again.Ã‚Â