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What, it's only 4pm?

We got up way too early this morning to get all of our kids to the doctor so that they could get immunization as we get ready to depart to Cuba. Three kids immunized at the same time! Actually, they were all very good. Not one cry or tear. So, the day started off well, early, but well.

Then things took a downhill turn (I know, I'm complaining). Next we went to the passport office to take care of Senzenina's passport that had been delayed because her birth certificate said she was born three years ago, when she was really, only born two years ago. Anyway...they gave us a number, remember we have the three kids with us, and told us to return in half an hour. No problem there's a McDonald's with a playland, killing half an hour is a sinch.

When I returned half an hour later, they told me to return half an hour later...when I returned half an hour later they told me it would take about two hours. Okay, kids not happy about being at McDonald's playland anymore.

So, I sent Vania home and proceeded to wait the two hours in line. I must say, I was very nice to the girl behind the booth. Got express service and so, it seems like we won't have to wait to leave any children home alone for two weeks. Although, it was looking like an option.

After all of that was done I called Vun and asked her to pick me up. I thought that would have sent thoughts of urgency through my wife's mind considering her husband had just spent the last three hours in line. An hour later Vun showed up. It was a tense moment.

She left for work, meaning I have the kids, and because she's starting late, I probably won't see her until late tonight. Oh yes, I have the kids. I have a confession, today, I don't want to have the kids. I feel like a whole day's gone by and it's still midafternoon...I don't want to talk to anyone, be with anyone, you get it...

Lucas wants to play. He wants to play with dad. God's got a sense of humour. I just want to send him away (go play with your computer or something) but I can't, so we played. We played alphabet Bingo. He won! We made paper airplanes together and flew them and did cool tricks. I used to be a master plane builder (used to be!) He even invented a design that looked the coolest and flew the best....when your son says, I want to do it this way...even if it doesn't make sense....let them try! (I just learned that lesson by not doing that way.) In the end he's learned to manage me, did it his way, and wow. I was amazed and humbled and proud! again!

Now it's quiet! They're all in bed asleep! I have to make dinner. I don't want to make dinner. I want to...actually, I don't want to do anything. Maybe Grandma will call and come by later....I hope, I hope, I hope.....

Okay, there was no value to this post...I was just thinking outloud. If you're tempted to comment to tell me I'm unthankful and unthankfulness and complaining is a sin (as has happened in the past in a similar post), I'm in the right mood to be tempted to tell you where to go. So, don't, even if you're right.

And this marks the end of this sob story, and I told it because I looked at the clock expecting seven pm. and instead it reads 4pm.

I think I'll go take a nap!

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