You know your kids are older when you head out on a trip that requires three airplanes and two major layovers and your mom-bag doesn't contain a single item of kid entertainment. No crayons, no play-doh (although flight attendants hate that shit), no tub of cheerios, and no thick wad of picture books.
Watching three girls - one huge, one middle (always), and one not a baby anymore - trundling along, pulling all of their wordly goods in rollerboards makes me feel funny, and all kinds of other things difficult to articulate.
And now here we are: ALABAMA, which to others we mention it to sounds like a stupid-crazy summer destination, but to me sounds like aaaaaaahhhhhhh. Nancy and George - grandparents supreme, berber carpet and air conditioning, board games on the dining room table, shi-tzus, late night talks while lounged on sofas, trips to glorious white sand beaches, and blender drinks.
I'll take it.
ps. I slept iin until 1030 two days in a row. Holy shit!
pps. Yesterday the whole gang went to the grocery store and I stayed home. Walked the two shi tzus through one cul de sac (they were tired), practiced yoga and took a bath. Double holy shit!
Posted by: Natalie Christensen | 06/21/2013 at 09:14 AM
Sounds like a true "vacation"!!!!! Pure bliss
Xoxo
Posted by: Lauren Acker | 06/22/2013 at 07:59 AM