Pat worked Saturday so I was on my own with the kids. I’m here all week so when the weekends come I’ve got to get out. Usually I leave Kainoa home with Pat so that I don’t have to worry about him and his extra morning naps, but such is luck I had him too.
Allow me to share a little bit about myself.
I’m full of great ideas.
When I was in third grade I found a smoking fire pit in the ravine behind our house and threw some paper bags on top of it to “keep it smoking” while I ran to get my cousins and show them my find. I forgot about the pit and the ravine caught on fire.
In seventh grade I stayed up past midnight trying to convert my dresser drawer into a Hamster Haven for little Sammy. Sammy climbed out and our cocker spaniel killed him the next day.
When I was 22 I brought home a kitten to live with Pat and I in a small three bedroom home. We already had a dog and two cats. I thought it was cute. Two of those pets now have new homes.
I’m somewhat of an idealist. I get a vision of how something should go in my head and it’s hard to talk “sense” to me. When I want something to happen I have this drive that is un-stoppable.
Pat doesn’t even try to stop me. He just shrugs and does this “whatever you want honey” kind of thing and let’s me do my thing. Unless it involves action on his part…or money. THEN he’ll put his foot down. So I come up with the ideas and I make them happen. They’re usually harmless…sometimes not.
It’s why we have three kids under the age of four.
It’s why I have completed paperwork to foster a Greyhound when clearly my plate is full.
This weekends bright idea consisted of me taking all three children to the fair in 90degree weather. There was no reprieve from the sun. The kids were cranky. And sticky. And HOT. And burning. And it was all my fault.
To compensate I decided we should go to Target for a little blow up pool. Kainoa cried the whole way there. When I pulled him from his carseat his back was drenched with sweat. We made it quick.
After blowing the thing up I proceeded to call Pat for directions on getting water to come out of the hose. It has some kind of attachment on it and water will only come out if you hook up another attachment. It’s stupid. I couldn’t find the second attachment and I needed an alternative method. Pat was not giving me any helpful information and because I have serious rage issues when it comes to putting things together and such I resorted to screaming at Pat about how he doesn’t get it and “I WANT WATER TO COME OUT. OF. THE. HOSE. HOW DO I GET WATER TO COME. OUT. OF. THE. HOSE!?!”
Pat was not giving me the answers I was looking for so I hung up on him and man handled that hose like nothing it’s ever experienced and Wa La! Water came out of the hose.
I filled up the pool. Laina stayed inside. Maile stepped in it. Kainoa rolled in the dirt.
Awesome.
Before I knew it, it was 6:00. Two of the kids were wet and naked. None of the kids had eaten dinner. And all of the kids were screaming.
Kainoa was screaming because it’s not his birthday anymore and he’s spoiled like that.
Maile was screaming because she wanted Laina to touch her butt and Laina refused claiming “it’s stink.”
And Laina was screaming because Maile smacked her for not touching her butt.
More awesome.
I don’t know how the day ended. I’m pretty sure I fell to the ground in a laughing fit and passed out while Jesus fed my kids and put them to bed.
Thank you Jesus.
Note to self: Hey SELF!! Next time the fair comes to town and it’s 90 degrees outside and you’ve got three kids under the age of four in your care…stay in your air conditioned house and eat cookies!!!