Yesterday ended our school’s spring break, or as I like to call it, “Summer Vacation Rehearsal”. Y’all, I need all the drinks.
Was it all bad? No. But my boys have both reached those spectacular ages that leave them arguing with one another incessantly. These days they even argue over the attention of the baby! Sounds cute, right? Wrong! More like infuriating. Add to the arguing the time change and a full moon over spring break, and it’s really a small wonder that my liver has not been fully pickled.
Our first day of the holiday went off relatively well but quickly spiraled into the abyss not-so-fondly known as “sibling rivalry”. In an effort to keep my sanity, I took the boys bowling this past Wednesday. Our local lanes offer great discounts during school holidays, so we took advantage of the lower prices. I’d be lying if I said that the day didn’t go by smoothly. We ran our errands, grabbed a bite to eat, and finally made our way to the bowling alley. Gabe and Connor were beyond excited (this was Con’s first time ever bowling) and were eager to start our frame as soon as we got there. Connor was so excited, in fact, that he took off for a lane and nearly slid all the way down. Luckily, my momma Puma-like reflexes caught up with him. I explained to him the importance of staying behind the line, but of course, he is my button-pusher and line-crosser so I had to reiterate several times that his head would get stuck in the ball return and that I’d rather not make our monthly trip to the ER over spring break, so if he could please just stick to rolling balls down the aisle instead of his body that would be swell.
We had a great time once we finally got to the activity at hand. My boys had a blast and for one hour there was no arguing, “he-said-he-said”, or jabs to the eyeballs. Because I don’t agree with just letting kids win for the sake of keeping whining to a minimum, mama came away with the high score. Was it a fair game? Not really. But I feel like it is my job as their mom to teach them good sportsmanship in winning as well as in losing. I’m no bowling rockstar, though, and I didn’t win by a landslide; Connor was a mere four points behind me. Gabe, bless him, rolled a 65. He could have scored higher had he not insisted on using a fifteen-pound bowling ball. I tried telling him that the 9 or 10 pound would probably be a better fit, but he let me know in no uncertain terms that he was, in his words, “strong enough for a man-sized ball”, so I let him have the damn thing. Naturally, after all was said and done and once Connor was out of earshot, he asked why I let him use such a heavy ball. Freaking really, kid?
All in all, I enjoyed my day out with my boys. It was nice to get out with all three of them (even though Mason slept the entire time), and that one day made our relatively hellish spring break worthwhile.
With that said, I am certainly mom and woman enough to admit that I was relieved to drip their little butts off at school this morning. Have I missed them? Please. I’ve gotten more done today than I did in the five days they were home. I love them, but my cleaning routine needed to get back into a routine. I will see them tonight with their homework stations (and a ginormous margarita) at the ready.