Hawaiian Days are Here Again!

For the past two months we've been attending Hawaiian practice on Saturday mornings. The Aloha Festival is coming up on the 2nd weekend in March. We totally love going, or we wouldn't be doing it for the 7th year straight!!! But yesterday had me wondering what the heck I was doing to myself. Do I just love the torture, or am I too dumb to keep myself out of these situations?



My kids were like psycho kids. Curtis was busy with a community service project in Surprise, so I was stuck with all the kids!

From the moment Zane woke up, he was crying or whining about something. He was IN MY FACE!!!! the whole time (almost 3 hours) we were at practice. Things I may have said during the course of the practice:
"Get out of my face right now."
"You'd better knock it off, or I'm taking away your blanket."
"If you don't get away from me right now, I am going to lose it!"
"You might need to find a new family after today."

(I'm not proud of these statements. I was actually thinking worse things in my head, but held myself in check.)

Violet was, well....Violet. She's a busy-body to the extreme. We had to employ the services of a bouncer (thanks Cam!) just to keep her in the vicinity. And while I was trying to sing and play the ipu, she kept trying to sit in my lap and keep Zane out of my lap, which was a power struggle of epic proportions as he was IN MY FACE!!! Just reliving it now is getting me all riled up!

While the girls were lined up (and supposed to be waiting for their cue to come on) Grace and Hannah started a discussion about who's nails were sharper. To prove her point Grace scratched a big gouge down Hannah's arm. ???? What-the-what. ???? I can't even begin to understand her thought process. Needless to say, she was punished later that day.

Hallie was, well......I'm sure she did something bad, too. I just can't remember what it was. It was just that kind of day.

There were other infractions against motherhood committed. It was one thing after another. When we got home everyone was sent to bed and I finished watching a season of "Deserving Design with Vern Yip(!)" on hulu.

I'm starting to rethink this whole "Motherhood" thing. I want a refund.

Curtis saved the day by taking me on a date. It was soooo exciting: shopping at Wal-Mart followed by dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings (and the NBA Slam-Dunk Contest on all the big screen tvs at the restaurant).

Eh. At least no one was in my face.