Unexplored Territory

Saturday, August 19, 2006

I have figured out why it is raining

This morning, I was awakened to the pitter patter sound of rain hitting my window air unit. "Finally," I thought. Then I remembered: it was race morning, and there were going to be some sad kids in the house.

This weekend is our town's annual Balloon Festival. It really is an awesome experience to be driving around town to look up and see about 20 hot air balloons, sailing high in the sky. However, the past few years have been terrible, weather-wise. So it was really no wonder that we had a smattering of rain this morning. Part of the festival is a 5K run for the adults, and a one mile fun run for kids.

Ace had already taken a shower (before he ran ... yeah. Don't ask), and the kids were waking up slowly. It was a slow start for me and the Monkey since the Monkey decided that 1:20, 1:45, 2:20, and 4:20 were all excellent times to scream out and scare the crap out of mama. So ... needless to say, I didn't want to move too quickly this morning.

The rain is coming down pretty good, and I knew that Ace would run no matter what, unless the entire race was called off. He had signed the kids up for a mile run, and Queen was all set to go. She had her shoes, her shorts, her shirt, and was getting her water bottle ready.

Then the voice of reason resonates throughout the kitchen and living room.

"I'm sorry, but you all won't be able to run this year."

The theatrics start.

WHAT? WHY? screeches the Queen.

Well because ... look outside. You are not running in pouring down rain.

But I've .... been... ...... looking forward ....... to this .......... for a ....long .....time.

Well I am terribly sorry, but there isn't anything you can do about it.

Now, the Door Man responded like this:

"I'm sorry, but you all won't be able to run this year."
Huh? Run? Where?

At the race this morning.

Oh. Ok. Returns to cartoon watching.

Ace told me that he could just take the Queen to the race, and she could run.

Uhhhh... yeah. No thanks. There is a cold that is running through the house, and I am not going to give her more of a reason to get it.

Well ... I'm sure there will be other kids out running.

Yeah. And I am not their parent. So .. no.

We get ready to go watch Ace run, and the Queen opens another can of drama, and it starts all over again.

She settles down (for the time being), and handles seeing a smattering of kids running back for the finish line (one of whom was a classmate ... oh... there's Nick. Nick got to run ....Yeah. Nick's mom is a maniacal runner. It is in his blood).

Then on the way home, it starts ALL OVER AGAIN!

I'm going to run next year.

Well, ok. But you know it is always like this on this morning for some reason, so there might be that possibility that you can't run again. But we can certainly sign you up.

WHY!?!?! It isn't fair that it is raining. Why does it have to rain today, when I was looking forward to running in the race? WHY!?!?!?!!

Because it is all your fault, Queen. You make it rain.

3 Comments:

Mamacita Tina said...: Sweet old Mother Nature knows exactly what she is doing.; 7:40 AM
Suburban Turmoil said...: Awww, poor Queen. It's just hard to understand things when you're a kid. Which is soooo frustrating when you're an adult...; 9:05 AM
Anonymous said...: It never fails that if you get to bed late and/or need to get up early, the little one(s) will have nighttime issues that wake you up several times.; 2:38 PM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.