Oh, the Hole I've Dug
/There are times in a person's life when one wonders if they have lost their mind.
Today is one of those moments for me.
I am one of five parents accompanying 42 grade four students to Drumheller, Ab to go look at dinosaur bones. We are going to be sleeping in a barn. With 42 kids amped up on sugar, freedom and the excitement of being away from home.
My life freaking sucks. Life doesn't get any better than this.
I generally try to avoid such commitments which will add wrinkles, or grey hairs. How I got sucked into this is beyond me. Oh wait, I know. Guilt. Big blue eyes. "Mommy, you're the best!" And a big ass bottle of wine.
This is why I shouldn't be left alone with small children. I make questionable judgment calls.
Anyone remember last years trip to the badlands? Then one where I was THAT mom. Hopefully, this year's adventure will go more smoothly.
So when I stumble back late Thursday night, sunburnt, tired, and run absolutely ragged, have pity on me. I'm fragile. I'll have lost my mind.Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.
I'll be the one digging up bones and wondering how the hell I managed to get myself into this mess in the first place. Actually, more likely, I'll be the one hiding behind the school bus taking swigs from my "special" water bottle while letting the kids run loose in the canyon.
Yah, that sounds more accurate. Wish me luck. I'll be back on Friday.
Today is one of those moments for me.
I am one of five parents accompanying 42 grade four students to Drumheller, Ab to go look at dinosaur bones. We are going to be sleeping in a barn. With 42 kids amped up on sugar, freedom and the excitement of being away from home.
I generally try to avoid such commitments which will add wrinkles, or grey hairs. How I got sucked into this is beyond me. Oh wait, I know. Guilt. Big blue eyes. "Mommy, you're the best!" And a big ass bottle of wine.
This is why I shouldn't be left alone with small children. I make questionable judgment calls.
Anyone remember last years trip to the badlands? Then one where I was THAT mom. Hopefully, this year's adventure will go more smoothly.
So when I stumble back late Thursday night, sunburnt, tired, and run absolutely ragged, have pity on me. I'm fragile. I'll have lost my mind.Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.
I'll be the one digging up bones and wondering how the hell I managed to get myself into this mess in the first place. Actually, more likely, I'll be the one hiding behind the school bus taking swigs from my "special" water bottle while letting the kids run loose in the canyon.
Yah, that sounds more accurate. Wish me luck. I'll be back on Friday.