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Monday

12/29/03


The Vacation That Wouldn't Die



Monday, 7:00 am. Beginning week number two with the kids at home. All day. Everyday. Must… keep… will… to… live…

9:45- Waffles with leftover ham and scrambled eggs for breakfast. For the fifth morning in a row. Starting to fear ham…

11:00 – Lost 27th consecutive game on new foosball table. Getting really tired of losing to an eight-year-old.

12:30 – Boys running crazy in the back yard instead of house. It’s mandatory.

1:15 – Give the dog funny looks for a while. He started it.

3:00 – Both boys in tears after dispute over Spongebob and the Battle for Bikini Bottom. In front of nice neighbor kid no less. Neighbor kid looks as puzzled as me…

5:15 – Foosball rematch, but to no avail.

6:45 –Dinner yesterday was corn dogs. Dinner tomorrow will be corn dogs. But tonight we dine like kings: Pizza Bites.

7:30 – Trounce both boys repeatedly at Super Mario Kart 3. Victory is sweet.

8:15 – Tell the boys it’s time for bed. Nuf said.

8:45 – After boy’s hysterics subside, boys actually get in bed. What’s that? A distant light? At the end of a tunnel?

9:00 – Last trips for water.

9:20 – Really last trips for water.

9:30 pm – Mom and Dad lie in bed staring at ceiling.

Tuesday, 7:00 am. Repeat.

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