The responsible one.....

So guess who in my household must be the responsible one? Yes, me. Why, you ask? Because I'm the mom. After several days of no TV because our cable was on the fritz and two days of torrential rain, I had to figure out an alternative plan.

Soldier and I celebrated our wedding anniversary by spending the night at a local golf resort sans the kiddies. This was great until the constant thunderstorms kept making the satellite at the resort go out and we were left watching a blank TV screen. I can do that at home for free. We opted to go down to the bar and have a drink and a much needed snack. That was all well and good until this obnoxious guy bellies up the bar and exhausts everyone around him with his ignorance.

Soldier and I retired back to the room to kill 2.5 hours until our dinner reservation. I came prepared with two new books. Soldier was flipping through the channels so fast I can't imagine he was comprehending what exactly was on TV. We ended up napping in peaceful bliss for 90 minutes. We complained about getting out of bed to get showered and dressed for dinner. I wasn't hungry and really didn't want to do anything.

Dinner was heavenly. The restaurant was not packed at all. We ate to much and went back to the room and passed out from food coma.

The next morning we had a light breakfast, checked out, ran home to make sure we didn't have any water in the basement, ran to the grocery to get stuff to make cookies in case it continued raining the rest of the day and then went to get the kids.

Chunky fell asleep on the way home and the mad hatter crawled into our bed to watch cartoons. I almost thought I was making cookies by myself. Mad Hatter came out and asked to help. She really played in teh sink of soapy water and dirty dishes while I made the first of hundreds of chocolate chip cookies.

Soldier disappeared. I heard him yelling obscentities from the basement. Ahhhh, XBox had claimed my husband. Great.

Chunky woke up from a nap, grabbed a cookie and headed outside. Soldier came up to find the source of cookie yumminess and mad hatter was dying for a cookie. I sent them outside with warm cookies. Our neighbor was outside so we took her cookies.

The kids toed the line with the HUGE mud puddle. And being any responsible mother, I told them to go for it. 30 minutes of muddy splashing and screams of pleasure, I had to hose the kids down, peeled their clothes off (which I must dig out of the hamper and wash)and put them in the tub. All while making sure I didn't burn the cookies and get dinner started.

Where was Soldier you ask? Why, in the basement on XBox shooting zombies with his other online cohorts.

And that is why I'm the responsible one.....