My husband is on vacation all this week with the kids…by himself.
He was too busy trying to finish up the construction job at Gannon University this summer to take vacation on the weeks I was off and this, the last week the girls are on summer break, was the first chance he had to take time off.
You may think I’m upset about this, but I truly cannot wipe the smirk off my face.
Seriously. I just dropped a piece of my lunch salad into my lap because I was eating while I typed that & smiled so wide that food fell out (which is gross, but, hey, I’m in an office of my own now so I don’t have to worry about eating like a lady anymore. Booyah!).
I suspect this is going to be an eye-opening and exhausting week for my husband. And, sick as it is, I’m really going to enjoy this (tee, hee, hee).
Welcome to my life, man.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kids and I love taking them to do fun stuff and I use 98 percent of my vacation time on them, but vacations with kids aren’t exactly relaxing. They’re a lot of work — breaking up fights, feeding them all the time, keeping them entertained, packing up food to go wherever we’re off too, etc.
He’s got a plan.
It started with taking them to Cook Forest to meet up with the rest of his family who were camping there this weekend. They were only staying one night and will be home by dinnertime tonight, but it left me with all day yesterday to be home alone.
Now, that’s a vacation.
But, of course, like I do with any vacation, I worked my butt off. I ran a 10K, did every single bit of laundry in the house, paid bills, caught up on miscellaneous housework and cleaned the joint from top to bottom.
Likely, it’s all in vain because as soon as they come home today, there will be piles of laundry, flip-flops tossed at every door, Kool-Aid spilled on the kitchen floor and toys strewn throughout the house.
I’ll have to remind Dan that part of his job as a SAHD this week is to keep the house clean and put a hot meal on the table at night.
This is going to be fun. 😉
I could get used to having a “manny.”
So I got invited to this play the other night. In fact, Dan and I both received invitations and the invites even came with the cash ($100) to attend, so why not, right?
We sauntered into the living room and handed our money to the lady at the ticket booth. Or, rather, we tried to, but she was messing around inside the ticket booth, leaving her cash drawer right out in the open.
I guess she wasn’t worried though because she had this ferocious tuxedo cat who was clearly giving us a warning that if we got out of line, she would do to us what she was doing to the pencil.
Eventually, the ticket taker showed up.
And, the show began.
Clearly, it was low-budget theater with a garish “Hello Kitty” curtain, but the characters were cute — a couple of lovable cats who were going on a camping trip.
Lion and Leopard started out camping in a tent next to their campfire. And, were attacked by something (I missed what attacked them).
So they got a pop up camper. And, again, they were attacked.
So they got an RV
… and enjoyed the rest of their camping trip in happiness, comfort and complete safety.
Only then did I realize that I had just been marketed to.
Classic marketing technique — free tickets to a show which ends up being a big sales pitch.
We have a couple of friends who have campers in Sarah Coyne Campground at Presque Isle State Park and my kids who recently saw the campers for the first time are absolutely enamored with those RVs and that campground. They ask me on a daily basis if we can get a camper there.
Hence, the free theatre tickets and the message-laden production.
Something tells me Kelly has a future in Marketing…or RV sales.