Carpe Dieming
My boys, I love them. But sometimes they drive me crazy. They are both filled with a whole lot of I can’ts. Three can’t ride his tricycle. He can’t sit on the potty. He can’t ride the gator my dad drives at his job. He is a big scaredy cat, and he uses that word to get himself out of anything new. Or hard. We are trying to break him of the habit but its hard, because knowing when to push and when to back off is a fine line. One I imagine we will be navigating for a long time. The Husband’s I can’ts are more along the lines of ‘I have to work’. He says that A LOT. ‘I won’t be home for dinner, I have to work’. ‘I have to work on Saturday, Sunday too’. Its become normal that even if he is home, he is spending the weekend working. In addition to all the weekends he spends out of town. He is notorious for forgetting about major legal holidays, even the obvious ones like the Fourth of July, that comes with the date built into the name. Its gotten a little old, I am not going to lie.
You can imagine my surprise when The Husband didn’t work at all this weekend. He didn’t even work on Monday!
Recently, it has become abundantly clear that Three has outgrown his ride on toy thing at home. To the point were he looked pretty silly riding it. We have been trying to get him to graduate to a tricycle, but with limited success (the bruises on his shins from the peddles will confirm that). As will the shoes that he has worn through in 2 months because he uses his toes as breaks. The madness, it needs to stop. So, Sunday found us up on the Walkway over the Hudson, tricycle in hand, the husband trying to convey the concept of peddling. It took an hour or so, but finally, the ‘I can’t do that’ became success! I think it helped that he was going down hill at the time, but we still chalked it up to a victory in our book. Plus all the peddling meant he took a nap on the way home. Bonus!
The Husband’s summer schedule is reasonable. Once we get to the end of June, he’s home for the rest of the summer. He has work on the books, but no travel. That is until I noticed.
Sending caution and responsibility to the wind, I am officially trying to pack as much summer fun into the space between Memorial Day and Labor day as possible. I don’t know if its the lingering effects of an especially cold and miserable winter, just being over doing the responsible thing and saving & saving & saving for a rainy day, or if I am just tired of the misery that is our house hunt (side note – the rambling old Victorian that we are not moving in to because the owners decided they didn’t want to move is getting that much needed paint job. My new favorite hobby is driving by it to torment myself with how cute it looks) but fun, I am after it.
All that combined with my generous parents & their DVC points, means we are returning the scene of the crime so to speak for our anniversary. I can’t say its going to be the romantic trip I always envisioned when I would think about going back to celebrate an anniversary as Three will be coming with us, but it will do. We are keeping this bonus (and short) Disney vacation a secret from Three until we leave for the airport. Which I’ll admit is totally difficult for me as I have spent the last 48 hours teeming with annoying excitement about the trip and how to cram as much fun and as many Mickey Waffles in as possible). I just hope that when we tell him that instead of taking him to school we are taking him to Disney World to drive his favorite cars again & hang with Special Agent Oso and Handy Manny we get this type of reaction, and not an ‘I can’t’.
Because trust me kid, you can.
