The Weekend. A wonderful time of adventure and fun for most families of young children, but not so on this particular Saturday. The familiar yet, grizzly scene unfolding in front of me
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was nothing I hadn’t seen before. Too much time in the house had my daughters trying to kill each other, and I was perilously close to loosing my sanity. When it starts to look like a scene out of Lord of The Flies, mother must intervene; it was time to get eff out of the house.
To the park! It was a crappy day for the park — cold and windy, definitely not mini-skirt weather — but they didn’t care; my will to live was precarious at this point, so I didn’t mind that they might freeze half to death. It was imperative that we leave the house immediately, so we began the process that all parents fear and loathe …
Getting Ready To Go.
This small sentence is so loaded with BS, I can’t even convey the horrors. There are a number of battles that one will encounter as they navigate this particular endeavor. You have the hair-brushing battle, the teeth brushing battle, the sunscreen battle, the food-packing battle, the motherfucking sock battle, the shoe battle, the buckling-in battle … I could go on for days, but these are the big b–ches of the group.
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