I hope everyone had a wonderful Independence Day celebration here in America. I certainly enjoyed my three day weekend for the most part. Actually, I enjoyed all of it except for when we went down to our community's fireworks display. I hate to get all real on you, but I was in a sour mood from having to watch all three of my high energy boys by myself again for another holiday. Since my husband has to help out with the fireworks show every year as part of his job, that means I get to feel like a single mom every single Fourth of July.
And no my husband doesn't get to play with the fireworks...he wishes.
A little peak into our Independence Day celebration:
I first decided we take a seat by some other kids, because I thought it would keep my kids entertained since I was in no mood to deal with them fighting which they had done the entire weekend. Well really I first bought a big bag of kettle corn in an attempt to stuff their faces with food so they couldn't gripe at each other, but who's counting right?
Once I saw the other parents were getting annoyed by my kids grabbing their kids' toys out of bags, I called my husband who was on the other side of the park working so I could find out where the fireworks were going to be shot off. "They're shooting this crap off by the poop plant," he said, so I quickly grabbed my boys and got front row seating.
Which was a big mistake since we were then situated right in front of a huge, stinky drainage area. I was now even less than enthralled.
I think the man next to me noticed I was in a sour mood every time I told my boys to sit their butts down and quit running into the putrescent scented water down below. I never ended up yelling at them, but I may have pinched one of their behinds. Not that it worked since thirty seconds later he was running back into the murky water below, losing his shoes in the process half-way down there.
This is when I really could have used my husband. My kids seam to listen to Daddy, but only occasionally me. Anyone else have this problem?
Other than my kids acting like wild banchees, the festivities were wonderful. There was food, a fun band, and even though I refused to stand in line for it also a big area with bouncy houses and a climbing wall for the kids.
My favorite part of the Independence Day celebration, however, happened just before the fireworks display as the sun was setting...we got to enjoy the most beautiful sunset I've seen in a long time:
Actually, the sunset was the prettiest thing I saw that night. Even the fireworks couldn't beat it. Want me to prove it? Well just compare my fireworks images to yours...
And you thought your fireworks photos were horrible.
Now excuse me while I go stock up on sparklers.