I thought I had it wrapped. Yesterday Team Testosterone had no school, so after reading time and play time and chore time, I took them on a field trip to BSP. To play laser tag. The most glorious, awesomest entertainment known to mankind. Playing laser tag is, I confess, the holy grail of fun for me. (Although I've never played paintball.) If I had a million dollars, I might not give it away charitably. I might just build a laser tag arena in my back yard. It's that much fun.
And as an added bonus, we ran into 2 of Mr. G's buddies and their dads at BSP so we could play FOUR games of PARENTS VS. KIDS. Outstanding!
Greatest mom ever?
Until we entered the black-lit room to gear up with our vests and guns and I saw that two of my three boys had teeth that glowed a ghoulish yellow under the lights. Not bright white like the other children's. Yellow. With plaque. Because I don't make them brush well enough.
Oh the shame of it.
But laser tag was a BLAST. The parents whupped up on the kids, even after the referees joined the kids' team to try and even things out. Flushed with perspiration and exhilaration, we rounded out the afternoon playing video games and jumping on inflatables until it was time to go home.
Greatest mom ever.
Until this morning when I was supposed to wake up and get my kids ready for school because that's one of my Mom Jobs. Mr. D strolled in at 7:40 and found us all sound asleep. School starts at 8:00.
I'm totally out of the running for Mom of the Year.
Spill it, reader, how have you trumped me as Mom of the Year? And do you love laser tag?
Don't forget to leave a comment and qualify for the Fabulous I So Don't Do Spooky by my bloggy pal Barrie Summy! I'm off to try to find people who don't work day jobs so they can meet me at BSP to play laser tag ... maybe get a league going.