Well we finally forked out the dough, filled in all the
paperwork and got passports for all the children! It was high time considering
a good friend of ours lives across the Border and always has to come to Ontario
to meet up with us. This weekend that
all changed and the fun began!
Okay when I say fun you didn’t think I was serious did you??
For us the drive to the border isn’t really that long and for once it was
relatively sane. I only had a few
children screaming at each other and the babies cried for about 20 minutes then
one fell asleep and the other was entertained by one of the older
children. When we got to the Border we
had to wait 22 minutes because of the nice guy with the trailer in front of us
who took forever! We pull up and my hubby hands over 10 passports. The look on the guys face was priceless! He
shifted through them all, commented that we had twins, and asked if they were all
ours – uh hmmm does the last name on every passport scream out “Hey we are
faking it?”
The guy was pretty funny though and came around to the side
of the van opened it and checked out all the children for himself as he looked
at all the passports. I had this crazy
urge to tell him there were really more in the back of our 15 seater van and we were selling
them as slaves – but refrained.
He asked the kiddies if they were being
good. This resulted in a flurry of answers being thrown at him from almost
every child – all at the same time.
“YES!”
“NO, I hate my stinky brother!”
“She looked at me and made a face.”
“I have money.”
“Do you like our babies?”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“Are you going to put us in jail?”
“Are you the Border police?”
“I need to pee.”
Looking slightly overwhelmed he did a final look over of the
babies and sent us on our way.
We finally arrived at the
restaurant where we were to meet our friend – The Olive Garden. Inside we
were told it would be a 50 minute wait.
Try explaining that to 8 hungry children. I had a drink while we waited because I really
needed it – didn’t want it – needed it! The hubby went to find an ATM so of
course as soon as he left the 5 year old holy terror decided it was time to be
the local entertainment for the 50 other people waiting who were probably also told
they would have a 50 minute wait – 70 minutes ago. So as he was being a royal pain in the butt, and racing away from myself and his older sister (who was trying to help me), I
had the two kiddies with Aspergers freaking out because there were too many
people around them, and then the babies decided to start crying – at the same
time.
FINALLY the hubby came back, Ryley settled down, a HUGE
drink was placed in my hand, and the table was ready!
Contrary to what you might think, my kiddies behaved very
well. So well, that a man from the table
beside us bought ice cream sundaes for all the kiddies! He loved Thatcher and Tanner – they kept
smiling at him and babbling away.
It is times like this when I see the positive reaction from
others that I realize my children are pretty damn good – even the 5 yr old holy
terrorJ
Until next time,
Chantel, momof8crazymonkeys
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Cheers Tracey!
That is a seriously crazy delay! I hope you got some shopping in still despite the long delay! Sometimes I think it is just a power trip for these people ha, ha
*clinks your glass*
Holy crap, Chantel… xox
Well said, kids are not always a nuisance. Many times there are external causes to their tantrums, it’s just their way of coping with it! But when it’s all smooth, all well behaved, life is sweet! I wish I had more patience, but I guess I was never REALLY tested, so I still snap sometimes. Lucky me, the kids behave (most of the time).
I remember one summer when we had a friend’s daughter (coming from Europe for the first time) staying with us and we took her shopping to Niagara outlet mall. We were sent inside the customs building, without any explanation, just: drive, park and go inside. We waited there for almost 2 hours, nobody telling us what was supposed to happen or why we were there. Other people coming after us were finishing, others not, we were still there. Our friend’s daughter turn comes, so I go in with her (she was 16 at that time and my responsibility). The customs officer, young funny guy joked with her (read: flirt), got her fingerprints and I don’t remember what else, but it took him a lot. We got a 2-3 hours delay just because of this! The unknown, why we were there, was the worst. At least let us know why you hold us, people!