Most people are busy making plans for the long weekend. I, on the other hand, am busy avoiding plans. Specifically, I will not be taking my kids to see fireworks this year. I know what you're thinking: what kind of mother deprives her children of something so cool, so celebratory, so magical? That would be me.
For starters, it doesn't get dark outside until well after 9 p.m. By that time, both my kids have been fast asleep for at least one hour and I've already poured myself a glass of wine. In theory, I don't mind my kids staying up late for a special occasion (like a national holiday). In actuality, it's a complete and total disaster.
Let's put it this way: when I, an actual adult, get four or five five hours of sleep instead of seven, I turn into a total b---- . I am weepy and cranky and can barely keep it together. Likewise, when my kids get two hours' less sleep than usual, they are a nightmare the next day. There are tears and tantrums and Academy Award-winning drama.Read More »from Fourth Of July Fireworks Not Worth The Tantrums The Next Day