I should be going to bed, but just remembered this and wanted to post.
We had a fairly uneventful day. Darren worked at home, just like he does every Friday, and my job is to keep the kids entertained and away from him. Today, the housekeepers were coming, so I had a lot of cleaning to do in preparation for them. Zach also had quite a bit to do in his room. I made him spend the day in there Wednesday cleaning, and found quite a few things shoved under his bed. I took his cable box away, which is my new favorite punishment, and the most effective. The housekeepers came around 1:30, and then I took the kids and left around 4:00 to buy a birthday gift for a party at a local pool this evening.
After shopping, we came home to get ready to go to the party, and the four of us left and went to the pool for the celebration. We had a great time; this is the newest pool here, and it is more of a waterpark than a pool. There is a lazy river, two-story slide, and pool with beach entry and a splash structure. We swam until about 7:30, then ate pizza and cupcakes. The pool closed at 8:00, and we all packed up and headed home.
Zach's party favor was a beach ball. When we got in the car to come home, he started hitting the beach ball all over the car, even though Darren and I asked him not to. He just kept doing it, and wouldn't stop. Finally, Darren pulled over, and told Zach to get out of the car and walk home. He actually climbed out, and started walking along the grass on the side of the road. He was wearing swim trunks and flip flops, and one of his shoes kept falling off. Since this is a fairly busy road, we put our hazard lights on and followed on the shoulder.
Zach probably walked close to half a mile, and every car that passed us slowed down for a look. I wouldn't be surprised if we were in the newspaper tomorrow. We finally made Zach get back in the car, and he was very upset that he couldn't walk the rest of the way home. We explained to him that we had to cross a busy intersection, and the trails near there are under construction right now. We had to compromise and let him run home from the end of our street, and by then, he was a very tired boy! I have no idea if there was any lesson learned, though.
Day six. STILL ALIVE.
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