Myrtle Beach 2009

All in all, vacation this year was a lot of fun. 2 particularly funny things come to mind so I'll share them:

A friend of The Husband recommended a seafood buffet for dinner but warned that it's popular and has potential to get crowded. He suggested we "go early." The Husband interpreted this to mean we should go at 4pm (it's dinnertime somewhere, right?) So I'm lounging around at 3:15 reading a book--dinner so not on my mind-- and The Husband says, "Come on! It's time to go to dinner!. . . . AND--I have a coupon!!"
So I pulled up my knee socks, put on my sandals, tucked a kleenex into my sleeve and said, "Let's go."


For those of you that know my children, or have children of your own, you know that children bicker. They fight and they tattle . . . . constantly. "He's touching me. . . . she took my toy. . . . he pinched me. . . . she kicked me. . . . he's thinking about looking at me". . . . and on and on and on. It's ridiculous and It. Never. Ends. Frankly, I get extremely tired of hearing it. So this summer I've adopted a new campaign. I call it my "IDC" program. What does "IDC" mean, you ask?? Simple. "IDC" = I Don't Care. It's not good parenting, it's probably downright bad parenting, but you know what?? IDC.
So all this summer whenever I hear things like, "She's playing with my Transformer and she won't give it back!" I say, "I don't care."
"He took a pencil and wrote on my paper!" --- "I don't care."
"She has her leg on my side of the seat and she's almost going to touch me." ---"IDC"

You get the picture, right?? One would think that after several weeks of getting nowhere in their tattling efforts, they would give up. Nope, not my kids.

So we're in the car driving home from Myrtle Beach and they start up. . . again. And I've had enough so I launch into a particularly well written and poignant lecture about how tattling is unnecessary and annoying and how they need to learn how to more effectively interact with each other and problem solve without involving an adult and I've been going on for about 7 minutes when Sam pipes up from the backseat: "Sky ramp!" and The Husband begins to laugh uncontrollably.
And I actually quit my job for this.