Spring break
Readers, my son is at my parents' house all week, and you know what that means. I'm not wearing any pants! Is what it means!
Okay, actually, I am wearing pants right now. But in spirit, I am as pantsless as the day I was born.
When I left Henry today, he was casually announcing to my mom that he couldn't help but notice that right next to the new adventure park in her town (the one where they're spending the day) there's an ice-cream stand, you know, so in case they needed some ice cream after riding some rides, well, there it is! Isn't that convenient! And then my mom said, "And I think after ice cream we should get you some more Legos for our house." Henry concurred, then glanced at me and said, "Okay, bye, Mom." Get out of here before you make some stupid speech about moderation, woman. My boy is going to miss me something fierce! I can feel it!
While Henry's over there, I am going to be here catching up on many long overdue projects and deadlines and plants that need planting. And mulch! My god, there's so much mulch to be, you know. Put down. Around the, uh, plants, and such. It's a wonder I haven't killed the neighbors' gardens, along with my own. Anyway, this is all to say that as I will be Going Wild all week, I will not be so much with the posting on this here web-log Internet site. Barring some sort of extraordinary occurrence, like I'm arrested for speeding while nude and I need you to bail me out. I am almost sure this won't happen again, though, so try not to worry.
As a child when I stayed with my grandparents, I somehow convinced my grandmother TO BRUSH MY TEETH FOR ME.
I don't know if she didn't know I could do it by myself or if she was just indulging me, but either way, I really got a kick out of it.
Talk about spoiled! It was such a change from my otherwise very strict household.
Posted by: The Window Seat | April 22, 2008 at 02:42 PM
So...you told us this just so we could feel jealous? That's not nice.
But if you feel lonely this week, I've got 6 kids (count them! 6!) to keep you company. Don't worry - the 2 teens won't talk to you much.
Posted by: SuburbanCorrespondent | April 22, 2008 at 03:32 PM
Am so jealous! We had our spring break in March. MARCH! When it was cold and shitty. And since I write from home, it was a pleasant week full of children looking at me expecting me to "entertain" them (whatever that means.)
Enjoy mulching! HA! We have a lawn service because my husband and I are dorks.
P.S. Have a good week.
Posted by: FabGirl | April 22, 2008 at 05:08 PM
My daughter spent her spring break with my mom in Denver with one of my mom's sister who got both my non-coffee-drinking mother and my 7-year-old daughter hooked on Starbucks frappuccinos. My daughter still starts salivating whenever she sees a Starbucks logo. The detox was not fun.
My husband and I spend our week in Texas where I drank a lot of Hornitos margaritas and took off my pants a lot. The theme of the trip was "Robin, put your pants on." I guess having kids stifles our need to run around pantsless.
Rock on, pantsless mama.
Posted by: Rivetergirl | April 22, 2008 at 05:40 PM
Oh, dear. I wonder what this says about me and my child rearing that my kid loses a bit when she goes with the parents. Yes, she gets more sugar and there is TEEVEE! But they actually try to make her do what they want. Most of the time, we don't even bother with that. So it's kind of a wash. What she likes is for us to be there, in all our parental laxness, protecting her from my parents' bossiness while they slip her candy on the side. With the TV on of course.
Posted by: ozma | April 22, 2008 at 06:21 PM
When I was a kid, I used to spend a week at my Grandma's house every summer. (She lived five minutes away.) It was The Greatest because she would let me wear one of her way-too-big nightgowns, she would let me eat an entire orange before bed, and she would wake me up at three in the morning so that we could talk to my Grandpa on the CB during his drive home from work.
Thirty years later, I now yearn for some pantless days...
Posted by: Angela | April 22, 2008 at 06:23 PM
So... are you going to do your mulching pantsless?
Posted by: Sonja | April 22, 2008 at 07:17 PM
My spring break involved wearing pants in the snow, hail and rain, but the highlight was my son's appendectomy. I'm pretty sure I got the wrong spring break...
Enjoy your uninterrupted time and savor your pantsless freedom :)
Posted by: Reverie | April 22, 2008 at 07:18 PM
LOL. Okay, I took this into the bathroom with me just to finish the read. Is that a compliment ORRRRR?????
Posted by: Godless Sunday | April 22, 2008 at 08:01 PM
You can do the pants-less or not pants-less thing 24/7 if you only invested in some chaps. Not that I would know anything about that (I don't!), it's just a thought.
Jules
House of Jules
Posted by: jules | April 22, 2008 at 08:08 PM
I'm so happy for you, in all of your pantsless, going wild abandon. It gives me hope that I may also, one day, go wild without the kiddo too (you know, mulch and stuff, in silence...).
Posted by: Beth | April 22, 2008 at 08:39 PM
So Alice, you're "going wild" all week and the best you can do is mulch?
I'd go with the pant-less thing. Have some child-less, pant-less fun for us, will ya?
Kim
Posted by: The Yummy Mummy Cooks Gourmet | April 22, 2008 at 09:19 PM
*Again?*
Story! Story!!!
Posted by: nate | April 22, 2008 at 10:12 PM
It's probably become lame to say I dig your blog at this point, but I'm new here, and I do, so I wanted to say it anyway.
Enjoy your break.
Posted by: Kyle | April 22, 2008 at 10:43 PM
Mulch away! If you feel like mulching my yard, feel free! Enjoy your week of being pantsless!
Posted by: Mauigirl | April 22, 2008 at 11:01 PM
Mauigirl, I promise to put on my pants while I'm in the backyard. You know I wouldn't do that to you.
And thanks, Kyle! Nothing lame about digging my blog at all!
Posted by: alice | April 23, 2008 at 12:25 AM
I hate it when I'm arrested for speeding while nude. It really ruins my day.
Have fun mulching and enjoy your alone time. I'd pay for some alone time.
Posted by: Christine | April 23, 2008 at 10:23 AM
Have fun with all of your mulchy muchiness, although you're giving me one less way to dick around at work this week. Sigh.
Posted by: Miss Grace | April 23, 2008 at 11:23 AM
Dearest Alice,
If you're arrested for nudily speeding, consider me your Speedy Bail Bondsman.
Bounty fully,
Joe
Posted by: HeyJoe | April 23, 2008 at 01:33 PM
Mulching?! Yeah, right. Without pants, that will be quite a sight...
Posted by: Dee | April 23, 2008 at 03:11 PM
Oh My God, a week at the grandparents! That would be heaven but it is not to be for me, I can't even get my kids out of my bed.
Posted by: Kim | April 23, 2008 at 06:00 PM
I began the mulching process today (it is quite a process - I moved into this house last year and inherited the Botanical Gardens - and a gardener, I am not) I mulched fully clothed, and it was quite messy. Beware if mulching pantless.
Posted by: Pam | April 23, 2008 at 10:02 PM
You just know the combination of "pantsless", "nude" and "mulch" in this post is going to drive your traffic waaaaay up with the green thumb/perv set.
Posted by: The Mom Bomb | April 24, 2008 at 11:38 AM
We support pants-less parenting. But we'd recommend covering yourself before you mulch.
Posted by: The Huge Mistake | April 24, 2008 at 03:39 PM
I detest mulch and am searching for the fastest growing ground cover to grow perfectly between all my plants so that I never, ever have to mulch again.
Oh, and please garden in pants. Pantless gardening is just not a good idea.
Posted by: Fairly Odd Mother | April 24, 2008 at 09:23 PM
I think your lack of mulch has effected my yard. In California. It couldn't possibly be me.
Posted by: Tootsie Farklepants | April 25, 2008 at 04:14 PM
Do you think your mom would be interested in taking a few more kids? Because I'm thinking that some pantsless mulching is needed around my house, too.
Posted by: Rae | April 25, 2008 at 06:36 PM
Gardening is it?
Well then, you need to check out my latest post on reel mowers. No garden is complete without one. Your thighs will thank me. :-)
Posted by: Jozet at Halushki | April 25, 2008 at 09:58 PM
So how does one go about convincing people that they want to take your kids for a week, anyway? I think my problem might be that they worry that I might not come and pick them up once the week's over...
Posted by: Lil' d | April 26, 2008 at 04:45 PM
Alice, I'm going to have to quote your Capri Sun twitter comment. I hope you had a fabulous week and accomplished much!
Posted by: hikooky | April 27, 2008 at 05:49 PM
Alice, commenting on twiter, is everything ok??
I DO understand the horror that is CapriSun..
But I am still concerned....
Posted by: Frankie | April 28, 2008 at 06:57 PM
Your blog is freakin' hilarious. I am sure you get that all the time, but I don't generally send out many bloggy accolades. I am adding it to my (very selcetive) blogroll. It's mostly comprised of people I know IRL, and a few I find very entertaining. Thanks!
Posted by: Michelle | April 28, 2008 at 11:17 PM
Dittoing the worry, and hoping your heart's weather is smoother today.
Posted by: Weeze | April 29, 2008 at 09:07 AM
Yes, the Twitter is worrying me, too.
Posted by: MomVee | April 29, 2008 at 10:30 AM
Oh, honey. Pantless is only the beginning. If I was alone in this house, just my husband and I, I would be so naked so much...well, it's shameful. Can't wait till they are all moved out!
Have fun!
Posted by: Krissa | May 10, 2008 at 11:07 PM
Oh, honey. Pantless is only the beginning. If I was alone in this house, just my husband and I, I would be so naked so much...well, it's shameful. Can't wait till they are all moved out!
Have fun!
Posted by: Krissa | May 10, 2008 at 11:08 PM