I’m a Rock Star

I took the kids – all three of them – to Six Flags today…by myself. Along with 8 bajillion other people, 90% of them between the ages of 12 and 15. No, I’m not really that much of a glutton for punishment. I had a reason for going and did not plan on spending as much time there as we did, but whatever because I’m a ROCKSTAR! My brother and sister-in-law are coming to town this weekend and we told them that because we had season passes to Six Flags (which were given to us as a gift) we could get three of them in for free with our coupons. Ummm…I didn’t know that you had to actually enter the bowels of the park to get your season pass processed. I figured we could just get it done Sunday morning when we all got there, then we planned to use the Mother’s Day free friend passes because Six Flags is allowing us to use them since Mother’s Day was so nasty here. But, we had to actually get our passes and coupon books before Sunday, thus my reason for taking the kids this morning. I got there right when the park opened hoping to get the passes and get out quick, only to find out they didn’t start processing passes until noon. Nooooooo!!! So, we headed off to ride the kiddie rides. Except Tia was being a complete pill and wouldn’t try anything and just kept whining and crying. But, being the rockstar that I am, I did not lose my temper. I was cool and calm and kept it together. Even when we had to wait in line for forty minutes to get our passes. By the time we were ready to leave, Landon had had it and I was beginning to fade myself. Here is a picture of the kids as we were leaving the park – notice sweet Landon’s face:

And here is a picture of Landon by the time we reached our car:
And here is a picture of Tia when we pulled into our garage – I just left her in there to finish her nap. It was a beautiful day, nice and cool, and I think she slept great for another 30 minutes after we got home:

So now we are all very excited about going to Six Flags again on Sunday, and this time I will have three other sets of hands to help, not like I need them or anything though because I’m a ROCKSTAR, yeah!


  1. heresthediehl says

    You ARE a rockstar! Glad it went OK…sorry I couldn’t help out with Landon! Sunday will be fun, though!

  2. the broomes says

    holy cow, Kelli! You are a rockstar (whatever that means!:)) Ha!!! Way to go…have fun Sunday!

  3. Stuarts says

    Lindsey – it means I rule! I am righteous! I am unbeatable and envied by all. I am ROCKSTAR. Forgive the painful lack of humility. I am now done cyber patting myself on the back.

  4. Melissa (aka Kitty) says

    God Bless You.

  5. Anonymous says

    As I was reading your blog, I was thinking: courageous, supermom, determined to entertain Fam 1st class, but never did I think rockstar. Rockstar to me means David Cook!!!! Is this what is called a “generation gap” in communication????? Whatever the title, I am VERY impressed. Never in my wildest dreams would I have even thought to go there by myself(even when I was young)with 3 kids, never the less actually go. Amazing!!!! Hope you kids have a great time. Love Ya! Barb