So today I spent ALL morning trying to get work stuff done on my unthinkably, pound-your-head-on-the-desk slow computer, while also trying to keep the kids entertained by repeatedly reminding them, "As soon as Mommy finishes her work, we're going to go SWIMMING! At the WATER PARK!"
They were so good and so patient, and finally we got everybody into their swim suits and packed towels and extra clothes and sippee cups, and our old babysitter even came over to help me corral them, and I got to the bank to get cash and we all drove through McDonalds to get lunch for the kids since I was out of, like, EVERYTHING and hadn't gotten to the store yet, and then we took off for a neighboring town about twenty minutes away where the Glorious Mecca of Childhood Summer fun, aka the sprayground, is located and then we parked on the wrong side of the park and then we lathered everyone in sunscreen and then we had to walk about a quarter of a MILE to get to the entrance, Eli screaming all the way, and then....
They were closed.
I'm pretty sure the kiddee sundaes I bought at Bob Evans didn't quite counteract the crushing disappointment. MY crushing disappointment, I should clarify. I was seriously more bummed than the kids. I tried to persuade the owner to do me a solid and let us in, but no, she remained crisp and businesslike as my shoulders, weighed down with diaper bags and towels and babies, drooped in dismay.
Because, you know, there goes my gold medal for the Highest Number of Fun Outings Involving Sunscreen and Outfit Changes division of the Coolest Mom Olympics.