First day sunburn is fading but the blush of embarrassment is hanging in there
Another day of vacation, and my kids are now officially driving me crazy. One of the biggest problems is that I’m in the back seat with them. I’ve come to the realization that these are the most annoying people…ever. One of them smells and it’s probably not the one you suspect.
They fight nearly constantly and when they’re not fighting they’re getting along and that’s almost worse. Perhaps I’m getting short-tempered, but I’d argue that I’m more likely a beleaguered saint, destined to die a miserable death when I finally fling myself out of a moving car on a California freeway.
As I’ve mentioned before, the boy is really coming into his own sense of humor – separate from that of his father and I. I’m really loving this, even when I’m also mortified by what he’s just done.
Take for example dinner last night. It had been a really long day at Sea World and we were very tired, but still we braved one of our favorite restaurants. The boy went to the bathroom. He seemed to be in there for quite a while, but he eventually showed back up before I had to send in his father, so I didn’t think much of it. Until he went back the second, third and even tried for a fourth time. What the hell was going on in that bathroom? Never fear, it was nothing terrifying. Unless you consider The Bandit alone with a chalkboard in a men’s room.
Today, we went to the beach. When we walked back to the hotel room we had to navigate through about thirty young people, sitting on the grass, completely in the way, holding some sort of youth church group. Well, we decided, at least they’ll probably be quieter than the traveling football team that was here earlier this week. Up in our room, we told the kids to strip and get in the shower to get all the sand off. The Bandit did this on our balcony where he took great glee in flashing the church kids. He really got into it, too. There was a definite hip wiggle and a fairly distinct cat call.
I do want to confess something. I’m not totally without fault today.
Maybe, I’ve been hanging around Ava for too long.
Tomorrow we go to the San Diego Zoo. If anything fuzzy should disappear I’m totally blaming The Bandit.
What’s the last thing your child did that mortified you? Have you ever been thrown out of a museum? Are you able to resist the “Do Not Touch” signs? Really?