A-C-M-E
Blog entries may be sporadic over the next couple of weeks - not that I've been super consistant, recently but...
I feel like Wiley E Coyote strapping on the ACME rocket pack, sure to catch the freakin' bird THIS time, only to have the whole thing malfuntion.
Not that there have been any malfunctions, thus far. Except in MY BRAIN.
Today is Wednesday. On Sunday, I'm co-hosting an egg hunt/birthday barbecue for my oldest and one of her classmates at a lovely park. The forecast? Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.
Plan B. Plan B. *drums fingers on desk*
Right. I'm three days out from the actual pardeh, and I don't even have an accurate head count. I haven't finalized the menu plans, because again, I don't know who all is coming. Could be 10 kids, could be 50. Okay, probably not 50. I'm thinking about 25 kids and their attached grownups.
Which would be fine. Except - RAIN.
I either need a miracle to somehow whip my house into party-ready state, which I can safely say ain't gonna happen, no way, no how, or the other mother can host at her house, which her husband is NOT going to be thrilled with. Gah.
I'm doing my rain-rain-go-away dance RIGHT NOW, and will keep doing it until Sunday night, when I'm hopefully laying on my couch, eating leftovers.
If that wasn't enough, I volunteered to provide snack for the class every day for the week following the party. And my girl's real birthday is that Friday, so I'll be shlepping cupcakes. Then, Spring Break starts.
Here's where the haywire happens. Easter morning.
Wake at butt-crack of dawn, let kids eat giant basket of candy after consuming a single hard boiled egg. Pray that all hard boiled eggs have been recovered from the bunny's most excellent hiding job. Gussy kids up, go to Grandma's. Repeat with the eggs and the candy. Somewhere in there, inform kids that in a few hours we will be boarding a plane and flying to Disneyland.
The other passengers are going to LOOOOOVE us, man.
So yes, spontaneous vacation to Disneyland. Woo-hoo! Because, clearly, my planning and organizational skills are fierce, and I of all people should be a spur of the moment traveller. With three small children.
Oh! I need to board the dog somewhere. Sheet. I think I hear the rocketpack sort-of sputtering.
So, like, if you hear a whistling noise followed by a loud splat and perhaps some comedic sound effects coming from my neck of the woods, never you mind. It's just me, under a boulder. Or an anvil.
Tra la laaaaa!
Comments
Have fun on your holiday
Posted by: Judith | March 16, 2005 10:43 PM
I am posting my obituary on my blog today. And with all the illness my family had lately I can only hope that my death is now imminent ;-)
I have no idea how to ping you though.
Posted by: chris | March 17, 2005 6:54 AM
Fun! I wanna be in your family!
Posted by: Grace | March 17, 2005 7:20 AM
Okay, so you have three kids and you are the best blogger ever. I can't even find the time to post a picture every day, and you post the longest, funniest posts. You are truly of super human powers.
Posted by: geeekgirl | March 17, 2005 7:41 AM
We're heading out of town tonight and I am in severe panic mode as well. Dog and cat to get cared for, flying on a plane after Lily's bedtime, dh just thought this morning that maybe we should get a RIDE to the airport tonight: I must be insane.
I feel your pain, hot mama. I feel your pain.
Posted by: Elaine | March 17, 2005 10:53 AM
The key to actually being Wiley Coyote is not to look down. the moment you look down and realize that you're a skillion feet in the air is when you plummet to the earth...followed by several house sized boulder laiden with explosives.
Don't look down.
Posted by: Lee | March 17, 2005 11:13 AM
woohoo! Impromptu Disney Trip! I'm jealous. We were at D-land last Spring Break. Take your patience vitamins. or patience herbs. whatever.
Give your big girl a hug from us. She's gonna have a ball, rain or shine. Hoping for some shine though.
Posted by: steph | March 17, 2005 12:19 PM
"I either need a miracle to somehow whip my house into party-ready state"...
I'm praying for that miracle even as I type this. Don't worry, I have decided it is not going to rain. OMG, you practice so much more self-control than I ever would. If I were planning a trip to Disneyland, I would not be able to wait to tell the kidlets. I get it though-- if you tell em now, you will be subjected to "how much longer til we go?" a bizillion times between now and Sunday. Have the best time ever and make sure you take a another pic of you there decked out in movie-star sunglasses! Oh, and happy, happy birthday to L...six???!!!
Posted by: lu | March 17, 2005 12:25 PM
Actually, I am not telling simply because when I have something truly juicy to hold over the kids' heads, I tend to over-use it in threats.
Do that again, and we aren't going.
Put that away or we aren't going.
We're totally going, so it makes my threats look empty and pathetic.
Posted by: Jenny | March 17, 2005 12:31 PM
Dang, girl, your last paragraph had me busting out loud!!
The dog thing is new for us; our pup is 9 months and we're trying to figure out where he'll go for our April vacation. So far the boarding fees are all equivalent of one person's airfare.
I LOVE DISNEYLAND!!!
Posted by: Stephanie C. | March 17, 2005 2:04 PM
**snicker**
I looooove you, man!
Enjoy the holiday and I can't wait to hear about the trip.
Posted by: Lizzie | March 17, 2005 9:54 PM
Listen to Frank Zappa, "Joe's Garage", if only for the gorgeous "Watermelon in Easter Hay".
BTW, thanks for hosting LU!
Posted by: Jim | March 18, 2005 1:19 PM
How cool!!! I want to be your kid, too, and go on surprise vacations! You are the coolest mom ever. As for the rain, well, let the kids play outside and hunt for eggs in the rain. That way you can be sure they have miserable colds while on the plane. Just to make it complete.
Posted by: Tammy | March 18, 2005 1:58 PM
You can't be 70007 serious?!?
Posted by: Max Ballstein | August 9, 2006 12:51 PM