Gotta Be NC- The Triplets, The Husband, & Me

And how many family outings have you regretted while still in the middle of them?

Fit To Be Tied… with a wristband

Every year my husband and I and our triplets (now 11 1/2) head over to “Gotta Be NC” which is a smaller version of the state fair. If you buy a $20 wristband per child instead of tickets, they can go on unlimited rides. The people selling them are very particular. They have to wrap the wristband tightly around each child’s right wrist. Not the left.  Not over a sleeve. Not dangling. (Gd forbid the kid has no right arm. “Sorry, those are the rules.”) If the ticket booth people worked for the criminal justice system, people on house arrest wouldn’t be slipping out of their tracking bracelets every other day. This past weekend when the fair was held, the weather was a little iffy. But there are no refunds for inclement weather. If you factor in the cost of tickets and how many tickets are required for each ride, we figured each child would have to ride 5 rides for us to break even.

So we got the wristbands and I looked up at the clouds and my kids were standing around deciding what they should go on first while my husband started off the day’s festivities by yelling at them:

“What are you standing around for? I just spent $60! Go on something before it starts pouring!”

Finally they all agreed on a tween-approved helicopter ride. The girls went together. My son disassociated himself altogether and went on by himself. They got off the ride. They’re sauntering through the exit while we’re looking up at the clouds:

“Come on! Come on! What do you want to go on next? How about this one?” My husband shoved them through the gate of the adjoining ride as I called after them: “You’re doing great. Another four rides and we’ll break even. After that you can go on whatever you want.”

Triplet C yelled back: “I’m starving! I want to eat!”

“There will be plenty of time to eat once we break even! The sooner we break even, the sooner we can eat!” Not that I had a one track mind or anything.

My Two 11 Year Old Daughters and Their Geriatric Triplet Brother 

Triplet B knew what rides she wanted to go on. Triplet C looked at Triplet B to tell her whether she too wanted to go on the ride or not. Triplet A, my son, looked up at most rides and commented thusly:

“I can’t go on that. It would upset my equilibrium.”

I looked at him: “Upset your equilibrium? How old are you?”

He prefers to take the can-never-be-too-careful approach to amusement park rides. He likes the rides that never leave the ground and look like an eighty year old church lady is driving them. You know how kids are always crying at carnivals because they’re too short to go on the rides? My son is the opposite. He laments that all the rides he would feel safe on have a height limit of 3 feet tall. The only other would-be riders who are ever turned away are those who haven’t yet mastered sitting up by themselves.

If I hadn’t been a somewhat crucial part of their birth, I would swear that my daughters were born two minutes apart and half a century after my son.

Fasten Your Seat Belts… It’s Going To Be a Bumpy 4 Minutes

Bumper cars are something we can all agree on. Although, the second time my son went to get on them the other day he said:

“I’m not sure if I should go again. I think I pulled something.” I said:

“Get in the seat. Your Medicare will cover it.” I was adamant. Nobody will stop me from sitting behind the wheel of my own bumper car with all three of my children driving around the pit. Bumper cars with your kids. What a wonderful idea and legal in all 50 states. I’m never prouder of having passed my road test 37 years ago than during a round of bumper car derby with my kids. I like to personalize my hits as I gun it towards each child: “This is for crying during Final Jeopardy!” “This is for finishing my Mother’s Day cake before I even got any!” “This is for handing me your report card to sign Monday morning as the bus is coming!”

I’ve considered renting out the whole bumper car pit for an hour or two so I can “reconnect” with my family without any innocent people getting hurt. It gets tiresome yelling at strangers: “Get out of my way! She’s the one I want! You’re blocking my shot!”

I suspect I’m not the only parent who feels this way. In fact, I know it. Lots of times while I’m driving around on my mission, a parent will call out to me from the other side of the gate: “Over there! Blond hair, blue shirt! Hurry! He’s getting away!”

***** Stay tuned for Part 2 of: “Gotta Be NC: The Triplets, The Husband, and Me”. Meanwhile, if you’d like more laughs at the triplets’ expense, please subscribe to my not-overly-frequent newsletter and check out my eBook written especially for parents at this time of year: Laughing IS Conceivable: From End of School to Back-to-School. (I love my kids. I love my kids. I LOVE MY KIDS!!)

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Expect to have Holiday Expectations

So you think you dread the holidays this year because you’re dealing with infertility? How about before you were dealing with infertility? I truly believe that many many people- those with normally functioning reproductive systems included- either dread or at least would rather not go to these family soirees and there’s one main reason: Expectations: Either we fear that our holiday gatherings won’t live up to what we expect. Or, even worse: They will.

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Infertility at Work- at the Company Holiday Party

“My Co-Workers are like Family”

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Why do people think that’s a good thing? So you’re telling me that you get on each other’s nerves, push each other’s buttons, talk behind each other’s backs, and hold eternal grudges?

Mercifully, most of our extended real family, the ones with whom we spend holidays, are people we don’t see that often. So whatever idiocies are said at the big family gathering.:

I really think you should start having children. You’re not getting any younger.

Or our response:

“I really think you should stop talking. You’re not getting any smarter.

…are said and then we all get into our respective cars, gripe to anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in the vehicle with us for the long & getting-longer-by-the-minute-ride-home, or a BFF on the other end of the hands-free. Then we rehash the emotional leftovers in our minds and to our spouses for the next 12 months. It’s different after the company holiday event.

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Haircut Time- Nothing But the Best for the Foxes

When we first started taking the kids for haircuts, it was a harrowing experience.  We specifically picked a salon that had videos for them to watch and fun chairs like horseys and police cars for them to sit in during the deed. We traveled miles over mountains and prairies to get to this salon that catered to little kids. And the way it turned out, at least one of those kids owes me some gas money. Continue reading

First Day of School Blues in the Fifth Week of School

First day of school: It’s so hard for any kid. Monday morning was a very hard morning for all of us… The only thing I don’t get– Yes, it was the first day of school, but not for my kids. Their school started a month ago. Continue reading

School Bus-ted Yet Again… (Part 2)

If you read part 1, you know that school started for my kids three weeks ago and that thus far their “regular”school bus driver was present and accounted for precisely five of those fifteen school days, having taken a smattering of days off, culminating in a full blown week-long scheduled vacation. This leaves me wondering whether announcing that she was our “regular” school bus driver wasn’t referring to her bowel habits and not her work habits.

So today she was back from her vacation. Well, maybe she was. She didn’t come back to work though. Is she coming back or isn’t she? Did she flee to destinations unknown? I have no idea if school bus drivers have many advancement opportunities but I didn’t think they had any embezzlement opportunities.

Meanwhile in her absence, my kids’ bus route has had various revolving school bus drivers.

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School Bus-ted Yet Again (Part 1)

In my newest little  eBook, I have a chapter called:

“The School Bus Situation: Because every year there is indeed ‘a school bus situation’.” This is no exaggeration. My triplets are just starting sixth grade.  The first week of school is always that adjustment period. Teachers are getting to know the kids. Kids are getting to know the teachers. Where do we sit? What time is lunch? Now that they’re in middle school there’s even more to get used to: Where’s my locker? How do I get to my next class? What time does the bell ring? And this period of adjustment extends to the bus drivers. Where’s the stop? Who’s at the bus stop? What’s the bus route? The only difference is: By the end of the first two weeks, teachers and kids have pretty much settled in… and “the school bus situation” is just getting revved up.

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Back-to- Year Round What? When? Now?

Back-to-School time always sneaks up on me. If you’ve read previous posts, you’ll know that I’m typically between two weeks and eight years behind on everything. And this “policy” of mine, for lack of a better term, doesn’t discriminate: It applies equally to doing the laundry as it does to filling out camp registration forms to putting sunscreen on my children. But this year, turning around and finding that back-to-school time has sneaked up on me and smacked me in the ass isn’t really just because of my “policy”.  Do they have year-round schools where you live? I’ve never quite gotten the hang of those. And I’d better get the hang soon… because my kids will be starting one in two weeks.

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My Daughter’s Bedroom Takeover & Makeover #2

Last week I discussed how slow-moving we are in this house when it comes to getting things done.  I mentioned that when we picked this 4+ bedroom house ten years ago,  we had specifically done so, so that each of my triplets could eventually have his or her own room, I could have my own office, and that would leave a total of zero rooms available for anyone to ever even consider coming to live with us. My husband Lloyd and I don’t really care what relatives think of us as long as they don’t think of us as the couple with the spare bedroom.

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Let’s Hear it for the Boys… & James Doherty

To continue with the “Let’s Hear it for the Boys… and their ‘boys'” June theme, I’m bringing you a post from my cyber friend, James Doherty, an Irishman living with his wife in Germany. As you’ll see, he considers infertility to be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. I don’t know him that well, so now, I’m thinking maybe he’s not quite “right”. I mean how sane can you be if you think infertility is the best thing that ever happened to you? What kind of a life have you had? Where have you lived? What kind of people raised you? Infertility is the best thing that’s ever happened to you??! Haven’t you ever had a birthday party or gone on a trip or gotten a job you really wanted or made some nice new friends or won a raffle??… what about getting married? INFERTILITY is the best thing that’s ever happened to you?! What I mean is: “What’s wrong with you?!!”… Maybe I should just let him tell it.  I’m going to have some herbal tea and lie down.

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