I can't really say that in entirety. That is not 100% true nor fair.
Let's go back to how it started:
I was up at 5 a.m. on Saturday to get laundry done and pack things up. Thought I had everything pretty much organized, but so far the list of things I have found I have forgotten include:
-my book
-one more pair of Spiderman Boxer Briefs for the Young Prince
-our dental floss
-more food for myself
-milk for the kids
-all of our vitamins
-something green for me to wear tomorrow...no, not even underwear.
(Don't laugh at the list of random things I actually remembered or my priorities will be seriously questioned...) chocolate-coffee-MommyBucksmix-vibrator-
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Ok.
So my cell phone dies. New battery doesn't help. Different charger doesn't help. I'm cheap, I just do TracFone because I don't really use my cell phone that much, so the price to fix the damn thing would be more than the phone is worth...BUT there are still 350 prepaid units on it to use by October, so I want those BACK. Went to store last night and bought a new phone, so at least I have a number and 20 units to get me through until May 14. But I will FIGHT for my minutes back.
On the way out of town I was so efficient (or so I thought--JA!) that we were going to go to the Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Big treat for the monitos. 20 miles away, of course. Got there and realized that I had left my purse and ALL MY MONEY at home. So drove 20 miles back home to the rhythm of the chant from the backseat, "No money, no funny, no honey."
Lovely.
So it ended up being a quick Buckies breakfast instead. Luckily got word of the accident on the main freeway and subsequent southbound closure right as I could make a turn to go west then south...so I did and we had a lovely country drive down. Got lost as I got into town but figured things out and, obviously, made it.
As the day went on yesterday, my throat started getting really sore. Rapidly, quickly, hits me like a ton of bricks. I just want to go home. Really. I prefer to feel miserable far away from the view of others, enclosed in my own little germy home.
So, tomorrow morning with PURSE in hand, my new phone, sore throat, sinus headache and all, we will hit the Cracker Barrel and then hit the road home so I be back to teach tomorrow night.
...hope I don't forget to pack one of the kids!
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Umm.. Theres no such thing as a vacation with children..
ResponderEliminarYou are a zookeeper, nothing less, nothing more..
Let me know when you're headed to south florida solo..
I'll have to stuff you onto the jet back home.
:) Ah, Windy. It is not so bad, really, when you go somewhere that has children for yours to play with. That is key. They are distracted and play...and all you have to do is throw some food at them every once in a while! No more diapers to change, nothing like that, so in reality it's not so bad. I could have Adult Time with my friend. You learn to seek these times out, that aren't necessarily obvious to the untrained eye! :)
ResponderEliminarNot to say that I don't crave vacations by myself...
...but am usually ready to go back to my little monkeys by the end 'cuz I miss them so much!
Be well, Windy.
I think it would be easier to travel with two than one. When you have one, you are their playmate. With two you have a better chance at them keeping themselves distracted. heck, I'm still my kid's playmate and she's 12. ha!
ResponderEliminarSorry to hear you got sick. I hope you feel better soon.
You know, Z, you're right, and they are really, really good together (for the most part!). I am lucky and oh so blessed.
ResponderEliminarToday's a misery day. Maybe tomorrow will be better. For being such a rough day, I sure was productive. Amazing.
Now to get in my jammies and cuddle up with my Latin soap opera and drool over Juan Querendón....ahhhh!
Be well, Z.