Two can play that game

This weekend we have been tearing apart the house for new carpet. Let me tell you, installing new carpet in the whole house is much like moving, only without the moving truck and storage unit and all the prep that goes into selling a house. We've moved everything but the kitchen and the office (which is where we've put all of the furniture). Insanity. Chaos. Typical weekend at our house.

Along with the carpet removal comes the amusing sounds of a thunderous herd of children tromping around on plywood flooring.  And the shouts of parents of the thundering herd to "Stay away from the tack strips!" We've been incredibly nervous that the monsters little angels will fall, slip or step into a tack strip requiring an ER visit and tetanus shot. Saturday night we corralled them in our room with the only working TV in the house and let them eat dinner while watching Monsters University, which was a surprise DVD purchase for them.

Sunday afternoon, we made them all get in the car to go run errands. They were mad. I mean MAD. They wanted to go to a park, or a playground, or anywhere they could run around and have fun. We did have one quick stop that was no fun (Menards), but then we arrived at our real destination - open swim time at Foss Swim School.  They were in shock for a few minutes until I explained that it was a "play in the pool" day.

So, much like Nathan's "let's-tell-the-kids-we're-getting-flu-shots-and-go-to-a-movie-instead," I can be just as sneaky.

Unfortunately, this likely means that every time we say errands they will look for their swim bags. Oh well.