Today, I took my kids to their cousin's birthday party.
It was one of those I-knew-I-couldn't-tell-them-in-advance-or-they'd-bug-me-to-death-kind-of-things.
Know what I mean, Vern?
I mean, come on...who ISN'T going to bug their mom about a birthday party for a two year old where swimming in a giant pool and hot dogs, ice cream, cake, and presents are the main event? Did I say there was swimming?
Did I mention yet that only one of my three can swim? Did I also mention that I will NEVER take them to their cousin's birthday party by myself again???? Do you have any idea how hard it is to watch a 4 yr old with floaties who, up until this year was terrified of water, while keeping both eyes and hands on 19 month old toddler in the pool?
Factor in a 9 year old doing running twirls and spins off the diving board and you can imagine what a "lovely" time I had...(note the "dripping" sarcasm).
Whomever thought up the bright idea for a pool party should be spanked and put down for a nap.
Speaking of naps, my adrenaline rush is just about up and I'm going to have to take one here pretty soon or else I'll just faint right in the mid
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