Last weekend I took on quite the adventure and hauled all my kids to the Polynesian Cultural Center for a full day....in the RAIN. We are not talking about a little sprinkle of rain. We are talking about cats and dogs falling from the sky and splashing up in our face RAIN. The kids had a blast, and I being the great mom that I am, I endured! The whole purpose of the trip was to go on the new haunted boat ride they are hosting at night. So after sludging though 6 hours in the rain it was finally time to get in the hour long line up for the boat. SO here we are with 4 kids, 1 hour long line up, still raining, but maybe even a little bit harder by this point......It just gets better and better! So we finally make it onto the boat which at this point has a foot of water floating in the bottom. The kids are bumping the people in front of them with their umbrellas and they are in return glaring me down. I better be getting mother of the year for this! So the boat ride starts and I have to say it was scarier then I thought it would be. Not so much for me but I had two screaming children with their heads berried in my chest begging me to turn around. Did I mention that this was about two minutes into a 25 minute ride. I should also mention that the two ladies in front of me that had been whacked by my children's umbrella several times were just loving me even more then ever now. There were monsters jumping out and grabbing us from the water, a guy chasing us with a chain saw, ghosts walking on water. My two youngest kids were crying hysterically! Just when I think I finally got them calmed down and let them know that it was all just pretend two zombies come out of the grave yard grab one of the patrons (who was obviously planted) off the boat kicking a screaming, drug her into the woods and began to pretend to chop her with the axe. Yes this is the point where MY KIDS COMPLETELY LOST IT! So here we are on a scary boat, in the dark, in the pouring down rain, soak and wet with our feet floating in a foot of water, two kids trying to crawl back into my womb where they can be nice and safe, two old women glaring at me, my other two girls wanting more, and me clicking my heels together chanting "please take me home! Please take me home!" The ride finally came to and end and I carried the kids to the car, each weighing an extra ten pounds in wet clothes. We got to the car, rang out our clothes, (literally) and went through the McDonald's drive through for the second time in one day. Maybe I do not deserve mother of the year after all. Moral of the story: Next time you look out your window and it is raining cats and dogs, turn around, pull those covers back, and get back in bed!
Happy Halloween!
