This post has nothing to do with Memorial Day which is a very important day. Look, we hung a flag okay? I’m not a monster. But I’m bummed that I had to come up with something to do with all three of my kids on a MONDAY no less. Couldn’t we just celebrate Memorial Day at work? I’m all for remember our troops and their sacrifices. But how does throwing a BBQ help us with that? I don’t need any more holidays especially ones that entail a three day weekend. Having Monday off is soul crushing to parents of young children.
I look forward to Monday all weekend! On Sunday night when my Persian rug is littered with scrambled eggs and crushed (reduced fat) Pringles and my couch is smeared with strawberry yogurt (even though I specifically made a new rule about not eating in the living room) I can comfort myself that tomorrow is Monday and I can clean it up. On Sunday afternoon when the kids are screeching in the grocery store like a couple of Howler monkeys, demanding Nutrigrain bars which they will never actually eat but instead chew up and spit out behind their car seat to be discovered closer to Labor Day? Relax, Monday’s rolling in.
Sometimes by Friday night I’m already ready for Monday. Save your hate mail on this, I’m not alone. My children are delicious nuggets of insane cuteness and I adore hanging out with them but I love that they can go to school and make a high holy mess to their heart’s content while I sit at home pondering going to the gym, returning an email or sitting and staring off into space for a minute or two. I’m not breaking any new blog ground with this, it’s just that when we have Monday off it’s particularly painful and I must take a moment to vent.
By a typical Sunday night, I’m out of ideas. I’m not a cruise director and there’s only so much entertaining I can do, crafts I can oversee or errands I can drum up to burn off time. By bedtime Sunday night, I’d done it all: play dates, the park, out for ice cream, a trip to Target where we bought toy hair coloring kits and had a salon night, I even braved a bookstore; So by Monday morning I was tired. But I had three kids who were looking at me like I had the schedule for the Lido deck etched on my forehead. I had to think of a plan.
And that plan, was an indoor playground called Bright Child. And apparently, the general population of greater San Fernando Valley also chose to celebrate our troops by remaining indoors in a place with a lot of choices in slides. The greatest thing about this particular place is that they have a game room where you can score tickets and win prizes. The worst part of Bright Child was the frustration of the kids when they found out that after all their hard work (and my money) they couldn’t afford any of the good prizes. My kids accrued 260 tickets all together and here’s what they couldn’t afford:
So we left with a bouncy ball and purple plastic vampire fangs and called it a day.
From now on, I’m going to start keeping a list of things to do on a three-day weekend. Anyone have any suggestions?