Last week was a doozie.
A doozie I tell ya.
I’ve previously promised not to intentionally embarrass my children among the pages of this here blog so I have to refrain from going into specifics.
All I can say is that I should be making some serious bank for the job I’m doing. Because raising children is no joke.
And that’s saying nothing of the wife gig. Because it ain’t always a cakewalk either. Ahem.
Moving right along though…
So.
How was your weekend?
Ours was great. And completely wholesome.
As long as you consider sneaking into a local hotel to make good use of their pool wholesome.
What?
Does 114 degrees mean anything to you?
Yeah. I thought not.
Good news on the AC front though. It’s fixed. After only one night of suffering in silence.
Good news on the swim class front too. Jayce is no longer giving lip about getting in the water. AND. And he “graduated” from Flounder to Pollywog. With two and a half months left in the season he’s bound to be a little lillipad-leaper in no time.
Oh, and the girls go back to school one week from now.
I know mid-July seems early for back to school to you traditional folk, but it’s a way of life here in year-round school zone.
And I can’t complain.
Because back to school is one more milestone down as we edge ever closer to our big Disney trip. And subsequent Disney Caribbean cruise. {squeal!}
So put in your orders now.
What’ll it be? A rum cake from Grand Cayman? A conch shell from Cozumel?
Or better yet. Living it vicariously through yours truly?
Sorry friends. But the latter is about the only thing I can fit into my suitcase.
Better luck next time. :) Happy Monday anyway.
