Who are these children and why are they calling me Mom?

I sit at my computer completely brain-dead tonight - brain-dead from 5 hours of mini-golf, shopping and chauffeuring. It's after 10:00 p.m., there is a Frankie Muniz movie blaring on the TV, and I hear occasional eruptions of hysterical pre-teen giggling in the background. I don't even want to see what those girls are up to. D#1 and D#2 were on Spring Break this week. Since we don't take our vacation until summer, I decided to take a couple of days off and spend some time with them.

Yesterday, we saw Paul Blart, Mall Cop (save this one for the rental queue). Today, we drove over to Opry Mills Mall for shopping, 18 holes of Glow Golf, and more shopping. This mall is 45 minutes from our house - one way - and being trapped behind the wheel with a 12-year-old and 10-year-old and their warped senses of humor is much like being locked in a rolling insane asylum. D#2 was fairly exhausted when we left the mall, but then, I made the mistake of feeding them. All I can say is do you remember Gremlins?

Never ever feed them after midnight? Well, I fed my gremlins earlier than midnight, but I believe it has had the same effect. Whew! They have been swinging from the rafters since we got home.

Seriously though - I haven't been able to take any time off in past years during the girls' Spring Break. I am so glad I did this year. Just a couple of days of doing nothing but fun stuff will be time we all remember - even if all we did was go shopping and act silly for a while.