3/29/2007

Put Me in a Straight Jacket

I have absolutely no time to read anything. All I am doing is home improvement and preparations for friends to come and all. Yikes. Yesterday I took the kids up north to the chaotic part of this state where most of the D.C. people live, and we happened to get home around nearly 7 o'clock because we hit traffic at 4. Four o'clock and traffic starts. And I am not talking about just a lot of cars. Bumper to bumper because every lobbyist and government worker is going home to the 'burbs. We went up north to see my sister in law and the cousins who will be in the area for six months. Good for me. I love my sister in law and we get along famously. For some reason she likes me. Who knew.

Our friends who are visiting this week are coming to our house tonight to pop open a few bottles of wine and partake of my fare (I am thinking of making an apple pie for dessert). Tomorrow we are supposed to go to D.C. to visit the mall, the Smithsonian, the monuments and all that junk. I don't think I can hack all that. I am a recluse and I bet I would freak out in front of people and start talking to myself. Just picture me, without Dear Sir, in D.C. with all three kids getting on the stinking metro. No way, man. I can meet them at some museum in the middle of the day and find parking in an over-priced garage instead. I don't know how to break the news to them that I am not mentally prepared to go husbandless. I am just not capable. Seriously. My kids, on the other hand, will drive me nuts saying they are endlessly hungry, thirsty, and their legs hurt. Remember, they have issues holding a stinking trash bag. They are talking about waking up probably at five in the morning to go visit the money making building (whatever that is called) to get tickets for it at 8, perhaps visiting the Capitol Building at 10, and then so on and so forth. I am breaking down right now just thinking about it. If tomorrow can just be over I will feel better.

Am I a wuss?

Gotta go chop up some apples. Oh, but first I have to run...

See you guys in a few days. I think I will be free by the Lord's Day.

10 comments:

KingJaymz said...

I don't know about wuss, but I'm sure there is some derogative label we can slap on you to make you feel worse ;)

Just make sure someone is holding a video camera when you start to go nuts. I want pictures and audio.

Good luck, and stay safe. Try to have fun for those of us who wished we lived close enough to visit our nation's capital to see the sights.

JRH said...

Having been a tourist in DC a few times, I understand the impulses your friends are feeling, but being somewhat a fellow recluse I share your dismay at being among the messy masses - especially with tots in tow. You'll feel better after you run! Good luck!! And the pie sounds wonderful.

R said...

Jared---Yeah, I am sure. I think I am going to have to duck out altogether because the thought of doing the whole thing without my husband is stressing me out, believe it or not.

JRH---the pie smells wonderful, thank you. Wish you could have a piece!

I DO feel better after I run! Gee whiz!

Lyssa said...

I hope your trip goes well! Good luck with all the kids : )

~Jennifer said...

I'm the same way. I've never driven into Seattle husbandless, let alone drag my kids there without his support. I also freak out when I have more than one thing a week on my calendar. I didn't used to be that way, and I think I'll grow out of it again. I'm telling myself it's just a phase. ;-)

Shealyisnottheantichrist said...

You are not a wuss. Hide in the bathroom and read something.

Beanie said...

no way, not a wuss, I wouldn't do it either. Kids can take all the fun right out of a trip like that and turn it into an instant nightmare.

Lisa said...

If you are a wuss, at least you are honest about it! *LOL*

(If you're one, then I am too!)

Leslee said...

I wanna go to DC! I have a cousin that lives in Virginia, I need to visit him I think.

Carolanne said...

Since we moved to the country, I really dislike driving in the city now. I used to do it all the time since that's where I grew up. I can still do it, just prefer not to.

By the way, I posted a photo of a real vanilla slice for you at my coutsidethebox site, as well as a few other tasty Australian treats. :)