Adios amigos

I'm leaving in a couple of days for Disneyland, and I have procrastinated so much this time. No laundry is done, my house is a mess, and do I care? Not one damn bit...lol. I've had other things...on my mind.

I have a bigger problem, apparently, my children are vampires. They stay up all night long and it's gonna be a major pain in my rear when I have to drag them around Disneyland before noon. I cannot get these people to bed. They just won't stay there. In fact, they are literally bouncing off the walls as I type. Is this why they used to break out the whiskey in baby bottles? Of course, they also want to sleep with mommy. How is it I can have a king size bed, and still I have about 2 inches of space to lay down? I have the fun of wedging myself between 2 children and a sprawled 100+ pound labrador. Oh joy!

I'm hoping our trip will fix their circadium rhythms. I am craving a few hours alone at night to myself. I can't tell you the last time I could watch grown up TV, it's been collecting on my DVR for weeks. And dammit, I do not want to watch another episode of Grossology. Have you seen this? They have a character that collects his boogers into a giant ball, and another one that has a giant zit for a head, and then there is the episode where EVERYONE is throwing up all over the place. My kids love this show, I want to dry heave every time I see it. Somebody come put my kids to bed for me, I need to go watch some crap on televison.

Disneyland

So in 2 weeks I am leaving for Disneyland. I have this obsession with it. I love Disneyland. Disneyworld? Eh, not so much. Call me lazy, I like being able to walk directly from Disneyland to California Adventure and back again instead of waiting on a stupid bus. And I'll take SoCal weather any day over Florida humidity.

So I'm taking my mother-in-law, I just finished printing out her park tickets. She is such a great lady. She's my partner in crime. She lives in Oklahoma where there are TONS of Indian casinos, and there is one in her town. So she and I will sneak out of the house around midnight and go up to the casino, when the kids are asleep. We take $20 and usually come home with about $100, and we laugh our asses off. She lives in a very small town, so at least half the people in the casino know her when we get there, lol. I have come to the conclusion that the other half live at the casion and have never met a shower. One night on the way home from the casino, I told her how I wanted my pink hair, and my MIL (who is in her 60s) confessed she really wants to smoke a marijuana cigarette. I think both of us laughed til we cried about that. Uh....how the heck did this go from Disneyland to marijuana?