First In Class

Brother is going to love this one.

Two days ago I spent the night in a parking lot. On purpose. Registration began at 8am Saturday morning for a wonderful preschool that had very few openings. It's an old preschool with a great reputation that is also the only nationally accredited school north of the Tennessee River in Chattanooga. Worth the wait, right? I hope so.

I got there at 7pm and there were already 11 cars there. Although I'd like to say it was tough and I was bored or cold or whatever, the truth is I loved it. I had all kinds of time to talk on the phone, chat with other parents, and watch the world's longest movie about the world's craziest man (The Aviator). That was the most peaceful night I've had in months.

And with all that I still got wait-listed for Priya's class. Anjali got the last spot in hers. The director told me to be positive, as I would pobably get Priya a spot. Oh goodness, we will see. . . .

And What Do You Do?

So Husband and I just got back from Vegas. We left the girls at home with the in-laws (yes, it took three adults to take care of two toddlers!). I had planned this trip out to the last detail and couldn't wait to get started.

Of course, the first thing that we did was wait. Literally. We flew to Charlotte and our flight to Vegas was delayed. We were supposed to leave at 11:30, but the sign said 2:00pm. No problem. I'll wait.

Then the sign said 5:00pm. Okay, what's up? The plane is in need of mechanical repair, the nice gentleman tells us. Of course. Mechanical repair. And it won't be repaired at all so we're getting a different plane at 5:00pm. Lucky us.

Two margaritas and four hours later we board the plane.

While in Vegas we played a little black jack and watched a hilarious hypnosis show. Then we went on a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. Beautiful! But halfway there I got air sick. Ughhhh. I kept taking deep even breaths and willing myself not to throw up. We landed in the Canyon and had a Champagne toast. I drank Sprite. The nice pilot asked if I was sick.

"Yes," I said.

"Does this happen often to you?" He asked.

"All the time. I get sick on boats, planes, back seats of cars and now helicopters. . . "

"Did you take anything before we left?"

"No." I replied as I rubbed my arms to keep warm. I was freezing in the Canyon and only brought a short sleeved shirt.

"Oh, brilliant." He smirked. "And what is it you do?"

"Uhhh. I'm a doctor. . . "

Yeah. My brother is going to go off again on that one. I may as well own a cat and vote republican now. That would complete the Moron of the Year Award in his mind.

I was queezy for the rest of the vacation and didn't feel better until I slept 10 hours in my own bed.

Here are some great quotes I picked up from our trip:

Our Bus Driver: "Next stop, the Flamingo! Slots of Fun!"

Hypnotized woman singing a song about her favorite body part: "Do your t_ts hang low, do they wiggle to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?"

Saleslady in Forum Shops trying to sell me some cream "Ma'sm, are your nails natural?" Anyone who has seen my nails will understand that one.

Temper, Temper

Tonight I was getting the girls ready for bed when Priya asked me why the hair brush was broken. I hesitated because I hated to tell her the truth. That I lost my temper and threw it on the floor two weeks ago after she refused to put on her pants or some such thing (I don't remember what made me so mad, but I can say it was likely something she did).

"I"m not sure why it's broken," I stalled.

"But why is it broken, Mommie?" She has found that she must repeat her question 49 times in order to get an answer.

"I just don't know, Priya. Now put your shirt on. . . "

"But why is is broken, Mommie"

"Well. . . it's because I lost my temper one day and broke the brush."

She thought about this for a minute and then said, "But what happened to your temper? Where is it? Don't worry, Mommie, it will come back. You'll find it one day. . . "

Oh, I hope so. I really really hope so.