So it’s school vacation week and I’m supposed to be all “Ugh. Vacation week. What am I supposed to do with three kids and a whole week off of school?” But I’m not. Well, maybe just a wee bit.
But considering today was a holiday and I was off experiencing the glamorous life of a freelance writer while Mr. PBJ was home with the kids, I really have nothing to complain about. After all, if you had some child-free hours to kick off SCHOOL! VACATION! WEEK!, wouldn’t you spend it at the BOSTON CHILDREN’S MUSEUM, the mecca of every. single. vacation-crazed. child in Eastern Massachusetts? I mean school vacation week and the Boston Children’s Museum? What could be more utterly relaxing than that? No. But seriously. I am writing an article about the Museum’s Centennial for the Boston Parents Paper and they are gearing up for some pretty cool stuff in the coming year. It was crowded. Yes. But I didn’t get sneezed on or kicked in the shins and there was an odd orderliness to the chaos. Plus, it was kind of funny to watch some other mom running after her toddler who was tearing shit up in the gift shop. Not funny in a ha-ha way, of course. The poor thing.
Come to think of it, I had a pretty good vacation week kick-off. Saturday, I went to a great wine-tasting at Sweet Baby Vineyard in East Kingston, NH. If you haven’t been there and you’re local, you should check it out. They have some pretty decent reds and whites and a big selection of fruit wines if you are into that sort of thing. Personally, I like to stick with grapes, but I heard the raspberry wine was delicious. Anyway, it was a great afternoon with good company and some damn tasty cheese. Added bonus: The “I’ll-just-be gone-for-a-couple-of-hours-for-a-little-wine-tasting” affair ended up turning into an evening of margaritas, chicken nachos and interesting conversation. (Thanks again to Mr. PBJ who was home with a cold and three rambunctious children. I owe you one.) To top off the evening were late-night viewings of Rocky IV and V. (Yo Adrian, more on this latest obsession later.)
Then tonight, we capped off tonight’s President’s Day festivities with a round of my son’s Countries of the World trivia game, which involves asking trivia questions about… countries of the world. Weird, huh? Anyway, to make it even more interesting, we attempted to ask each question using an accent that might be associated with each different country. But YOU try conjuring accents from Tanzania, Turkey and Saudi Arabia. In the end, we just ended up shouting bad British accents at each other and using the word “bloody” a lot. But it was funny none-the-less and really great to hear my son’s belly laugh.
The rest of the week we plan to bowl, watch movies, play in the snow, eat junk, stay up late, see my middle baby get his Kempo yellow belt and go to the Cape for a three-day hockey tournament. (Go Clippers!) And I plan to drink some more wine. Should be a good week and I’m looking forward to it.
But right now – and I mean right this very instant – I need to go to bed because I keep getting up, opening the cupboard, taking out the jar of Nutella, removing the cap, sniffing and hastily screwing it back on. It’s torture. If eating a whole jar of Nutella with a butter knife is bad, I don’t wanna be good.
