For some reason, that picture describes exactly how I feel at this very moment. I lie a little. “Exactly” would look more like this. (Because my left boob is all clogged up again and is as big as the head of an adult human being. And hard as a rock. And all veiny. AND? HURTING PRETTY BADLY) But other than that one, er two minor details, that picture TOTALLY describes how I feel.
Large, lazy, hairy AND very hungry.
We spent Saturday at Knotts Berry Farm for my husband’s company picnic. It’s always awesome to spend the day with my family, but it’s NOT awesome to spend the day with my two BOYS who are SCARED OF ROLLER COASTERS or any ride that even looks remotely scary/unsafe/capable of breaking down and getting stuck.
“They’re just kids. They don’t have to ride if they don’t want to. It’s natural for them to be scared.”
Yeah, yeah. WHATEVER.
They’re not 3. They’re almost 8 and 12 years old. And they REFUSE to even try any of the rides and oh how pissy that makes me.
I was terrified of rides when I was younger. My aunt and uncle forced me try one. Actually, they tricked me into getting on but it’s too long of a story, so I’ll stick with “they forced me”. I was screaming and crying. I was telling them that I hated them and that I’d never forgive them.
The ride started and guess what?
I LOVED IT!
Had they not done what they did, I never would have tried it on my own and I’d probably still be too scared to try.
I won’t go as far as my aunt and uncle did to get my kids on a ride, but I totally beg and promise to give them money or whatever else it is that they want.
They’re like. “Um. NO.”
We ended up in camp snoopy, which is the part of the park for BABIES.
We had to wait for FORTY FIVE MINUTES for a ride that they believed was safe enough for them to ride.
Lord. Have. Mercy.
It’s a stupid oversized skateboard that slides up and down on a platform. That would be my kid in the third row, with his HANDS UP because, you know, he’s so freaking brave.
Despite the fact I couldn’t get my boys on any rides, we had a great day.
I love my family. Love.Love.Love.
Here are a few of my favorite pictures. I’ll upload the rest to Flickr later on.