The Queen's Rambles

I need to stock up on Benedryl. I hate the stuff because it knocks me out cold, but I know it has it’s uses for children. Elsa was chasing a bee around today and I actually thought I should go to the store and get some for the summer just in case she ever got stung by a bee since she was showing no fear.

So who got stung by a bee?

Erik. Mister I WILL NEVER GO NEAR A BEE AND IF I SEE ONE I WILL RUN INSIDE IMMEDIATELY AND BE DONE PLAYING FOR THE DAY.

Yeah. He has an extreme bee phobia after seeing me get stung by a wasp and a bee (separate occasions) the summer he was three.

It’s been a fun evening around here. I didn’t have any Benedryl, even after my super-special-spidey senses telling me I should get some. I tried putting honey on the sting, a new trick I read about last summer. It didn’t work. Camomile lotion didn’t work. An ice pack helped, I guess. Advil helped a little, maybe. Since I was stung so recently I can totally relate to the pain and I feel really bad for him.

What else?

Elsa has a cold.

Of course she does. We went to the gym for a week straight. Friday I was a fool and said “I’m going to be optimistic and buy a childcare pass for June!” And now Elsa is dripping nasty yellow snot everywhere.

At least we had a really nice weekend. We had some family friends over on Saturday for dinner, then they left their kid for the night. Erik and his buddy did extremely well–no fighting or shenanigans at all! In fact, they entertained each other so well that we might have to have him over for another sleep over.

Then on Sunday I went to a wine tasting. I am not a fan of wine, so this was not exactly my forte, but it was a free event with several of my friends. Anything to get out of the house for a few hours, right?

Turns out it was not really free. Yes, the tour and tasting were free, but all the food and glasses of wine were rather expensive. Except! Everyone else paid for me to thank me for my presidency, so I guess it was free. I found two wines that I liked (very sweet merlots) and even bought a couple of bottles. I was feeling pretty fine after a couple glasses of wine. As a non-drinker that was a lot of alcohol for me. I thought I might become a wine drinker after finding a wine I liked, but it does not agree with my digestive system at all. There goes my dreams of becoming a fancy wine person.

I was shocked by the number of young children running all around the winery. It is set out in the country in middle of the vineyard, but there is really nothing for kids to do. They aren’t allowed to go play among the vines. There is a grassy area that they can play on, but that’s about it.

The owner was telling us that he finds dog owners pay more attention to their dogs than parents pay attention to their kids. One toddler almost drowned after falling into a waterfall feature. An employee had to save her and her parents never even noticed, then got mad at the place for having a water feature.

I can believe the dog owners he sees are more watchful. I think the type of dog owners who take their dogs with them are the type of dog owners who treat their dogs like kids. I think the type of parents who take their kids to wineries are probably not the most responsible parents. I really liked it out there and would enjoy going back with Mike and sitting around, drinking a glass and listening to the music. Would I take my kids? Nope. I don’t need them to be around a whole group of adults who are all drinking. Most are probably just having a couple of glasses, but some were totally sloshed. On the way home we got behind a car that was leaving at the same time. It was all over the road and there was a little kid in the backseat who wasn’t even buckled in.

I just realized I have to write a speech for tomorrow. Maybe I better do that instead of sitting here writing a rambly entry. I officially hand over the reigns of MOMS Club to a new president tomorrow. Whoo-hoo!

Of course, like a fool I am also starting my job as “Big Sister” to some other local chapters. Nothing like taking one thing off my plate and adding a job that will be three times as difficult.