A lot swirling around in my brain - as usual! - but I will try to get it all out in a way that makes sense.
Let's go back to Tuesday morning...
5:57 am - I was awakened by S3 climbing into bed with me, his new little outfit in hand, wanting to get dressed and go. Oh my.
H didn't sleep well, and was a little irritable with kids. Once we got moving on the road, he was better. The portable DVD player was awesome! H saw a place on Food Network that looked good, so we found it and ate lunch there. It was very good! H got snotty with me as we were trying to locate hotel and told me, "Hon, you are the worst co-pilot ever!"
This was because I didn't tell him what street to turn on. Never mind that he wanted me to look up directions on my phone while also looking for the street to turn on. Perhaps I need to train my eyes to look in different directions? Lol!
And not to brag, but I am the freakin rock star of co-pilots! Because of my organizational nature, I think of every detail for the ride... Snacks, cold beverages, music selections, and everything the kids may want need (snacks, drinks, travel pillows, sunglasses, DVD's, books, crayons, etc.)
Hey, at least he called me hon - I guess that is good???
It was really hot in the city, and we walked everywhere. S3 was hitting the wall by dinner time because of the heat, walking, and no nap.
H seemed relaxed with all of us. The sleeping arrangements he suggested worked out well. He has slowly been ditching the whole modesty thing, and continued to let it all hang out during vacation
He noticed my new pajamas, and made a comment something like, "You got a new outfit." Not a compliment per se, but I'll take it!
After we did lights/tv out so the kids would fall asleep, H was texting on his phone for awhile. I'm just assuming it was her.
He was up throughout the night, itching. His stomach continued to bother him also.
Bomb January 2012 - doesn't feel the same about me
~ "There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance."
