Memorial Day Weekend - Yay!

I am attempting something that under normal circumstances I would never do. I am going to blog under the influence. If it is anything like drunk texting, I'm in a bit of trouble. I'm sure I am going to regret this in the morning but at this moment in time, I don't really care. Hopefully there is some sort of delete button if I wake up with all of my faculties intact and decide I am a complete rambling idiot. Oh, well, here we go! Memorial Day. Oh joy, the great start of summer, the three days when one is supposed to have lots of outdoor fun and enjoy the long weekend with one's family, yeah right. I have never not fought on Memorial Day weekend. Ever. It is a very stress filled time. I always want to go away from home to some place fun. It's the start of the summer after all. I am always stuck at home. Once in a while venturing out for a couple of hours to my parents or, heaven forbid, my in-laws place. Otherwise, we just sit here, at each others throats, with the entire outdoors just steps away. I can't stand sitting inside when it is so gorgeous outside and to get the rest of my family out is like pulling teeth. I don't know why they don't realize that maybe they wouldn't annoy each other quite as much if they weren't cooped up all of the time. For some reason, even though I am the one who prepares everything any time we go away from the house it is always such a big deal. I could see if they had to do a big chunk of the packing or clean up after we get home, but they don't. All they have to do is ride along. Sounds like a no brainer to me. It's like having your own personal servant. You just say, "Oh, I would like to go to the south of France this weekend" and all of a sudden your bags are packed and you are there. If anyone knows where I can find one of those personal servants for myself could you let me know 'cause I would actually appreciate someone like that. Anyway, you would think that not having to lift a finger and then get to go on an outing would be a plus - not in my family. They will take any opportunity to complain. Just tonight Gus was saying that he doesn't get to do anything. Last night he went to a sleep over where they went clay shooting and then this morning he went miniature golfing and then this afternoon I took him and his brothers and sisters over to the dog park and let them play with all of the dogs for hours. Oh my goodness, he is so badly neglected. I don't know what to do with the lot of them. They are never happy. They are so convinced that they are the only children on the planet who are asked to do chores or somehow earn they're keep. My children flat out refuse most of the time. How that is possible I will never know. I can honestly say that had I ignored my parents the way my kids ignore me, I wouldn't be around to share this with you today. A big part of it is there are so many of them and so few of me. Another part is they know when I get busy, I can't enforce the rules. If there were another person to help enforce said rules, it might be a little better - but I digress. We're are going back into the world of day dreams again where parents work as a team and the children mind their ma and pa. Just think in a couple of weeks I get them all 24/7 for a whole three months. What fun! I can't wait! Hopefully my sarcasm is not lost in this context. I will try to have as much fun as possible, but I swear, they enjoy torturing each other. They are downstairs right now yelling about some such thing. I don't know how much longer I am going to last. I think I am just going to keep chugging along until I can't chug anymore. No, that was not a drinking reference, but it may as well be. If I am driven to drink then is it really a problem , or is it a solution? I guess that will be a question for the future generations to answer. Right now, it is a salvation. Salud!