I guess my break will come in September

I'm standing in my kitchen at the counter peeling what remains of my half rotten pile of produce. I'm making a salad for lunch so as to save the un-rotten half. A yummy salad. With HB eggs, and bacon, and feta cheese....yum!

I serve the kids their lunch and continue cutting up the rest of the produce. My kids are sitting at the table discussing what we can do today. "Can we go to the zoo?"....."Can we go to the park?"...."Can we go to the pool?"....."Can we go to hell?"...(just making sure you were paying attention)....to which I promptly replied "no", "no", and "no"....

Dudes....have you read my blog lately. EVERY stinking day we are off somewhere doing something. Which is fabulous I know. We are thoroughly enjoying our short summer. But even mama needs a break. A day to do absolutely nothing. My house is trashed, my laundry is piled high, and my front yard landscaping is starting to look like a jungle.

Hefty Smurf starts begging in his "I'm so cute how could you resist this pouty lip" sorta way. "pretty please mommy....bestest mommy in the whole wide world....could you pretty please take us to the park" (keep in mind this child is 11).

What happened to the good ole days when summers were spent bike riding, playing hide 'n' seek, jumping on the trampoline, eating ice cream, or just playing with the neighborhood kids?! Why must I entertain them every hour of every day.

I continued cutting up my tomatoes and basil......."Hefty Smurf, going to the park is fun for you but not so fun for me. I just sit there watching you guys play. Which I don't mind doing on occasion but today I need a break. A day to do nothing."

Hefty gives me the patented dramatic eye roll and smirk and points to the tomato... "Oh I see, so you're telling me that cutting that tomato is more fun than watching us play??!"

*sigh*

He's got a point!

We're off to the park!




Edited to add: I got off the computer to search for my children to gather them up and make a trip to the park. And this is what I found.

All three of my children playing legos downstairs. Nicely. Quietly. No fighting. No arguing.

Hell has officially frozen over folks...get your coats...