Vacation Week

Three boys. One Mom.

One week of vacation.

It all starts today.

Don’t cry for me, it was my choice. I could have gone to Florida to visit Jeanine’s family. I wanted to stay home with the kids.

And then I found out Jeanine was leaving for a game development conference for the WEEK in San Francisco. Walter and Allan are going to NYC for the ballet, tickets purchased long ago. Four parents and I’m here on my own.

It’ll be fun.

Last night, pizza, sodas and some video games. I watched the boys race Lamborghinis.

Ben taunted Zachary, Look, I’ll beat you to the mall...

Zachary simply kept to smashing into anything he could, as fast as he could.

Finally, we settled down to a movie.

Why is it my friend can get her 12 year old to watch "Planet of the Apes," a campy, somewhat culturally relevant movie and I’m stuck watching “Game Plan” with the Rock?

I played approximately 950 games of Russian Solitaire. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I did get teary when the little girl left her dad.

Today, I made them clean their rooms. I’m evil. No question about it.

I did threaten to take them out to North Adams for a night, to go to Mass MoCa. I love that museum.

They all howled, Noooooooooo.

Like I’m going to listen.

Ben asked to go to NYC instead. I said, I’d still take you to an art museum.

That’s okay.

I was puzzled till Walter explained, There is a three story Abercrombie and Fitch nearby.

Ah. I see.

Mass MoCa is a much better choice. Besides, they actually do like the place, even though they will never admit it. They love the permanent exhibit of the iron turds on the floor. Poop is a big hit. Second floor, all the way to the end, they know exactly where it is.

For the rest of today, though, we’re just going to chill.

I’m not that evil.