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I love my nieces so much, but they are a really great form of birth control.  Holy shit, what a handful.  Over the past few days, I've worked out a formula to determine how much longer it takes to do things with the kids involved.  Basically, if we want to go somewhere on foot, we multiply the time it would take to do so for a normal adult by three, and that's how long we should expect it to take with the kids.  By car, though, the multiplier is 10.  If something is five minutes away, it's going to take damn near an hour to get from point A to point B and be ready to actually go.  The carseats, the diapers, the catherding...raising kids is basically a years-long game of hurry up and wait.  I admire those of you with the patience to live this way day in and day out, but for me, all this waiting around is exhausting.

We're supposedly going to Water Country today "before lunch," and Busch Gardens "this evening" for the fireworks...but my guess is we won't arrive at Water Country until significantly after noon (it's almost 10am now and everyone is still in PJ's except me, and we're still waiting for my brother to come back with breakfast).  Then there will be the wet clothes and kids to deal with and I'm guessing these plans are just a big joke...I'm much better than I used to be at going with the flow, but it's a whole other situation to have a concrete plan only for that plan to completely crumble.  I kind of miss my office.  Imagine that.