It’s Monday night at 7:03 pm. Tomorrow, one kid goes back to school after a 2 week Spring Break. Another kid has just started his Spring Break. Totally different calendars. Too many days with one too many kids at home. It’s 7:03 pm on Monday night – and I’ve put the boys to bed. They were shocked when they looked at the clock and saw how early it was. I told them if I didn’t put them in bed now I would officially go crazy and walk out the front door. There was something about the way I said it – maybe a look in my eye – but they believed me. And didn’t fight me on it. Right now they are doing the usual – both on the top bunk, lifting the mattress up and making a fort. I don’t care. Cole, my little angel, is asleep in his ‘big boy’ bed.
We spent a couple days in Florida, where we met up with Grandma JJ and Grandpa Steve. It started off shaky, in Ft. Lauderdale. The hotel might have been a cruise ship. I’m shocked how obese Americans really are. And how many tattoos these people have. We were not impressed with the hotel, the food, and the atmosphere – so, in true posh fashion, we headed to Palm Beach. The Breakers, our favorite home away from home, had a last minute cancelation so we were able to check in! But not before Graham fell off the back of a chaise lounge smack on his head, EMT were called, stretchers were brought in, fire engines followed. He was fine. The hotel couldn’t have be nicer (or more scared of a lawsuit.) Gift baskets of cookies, chips and candies arrived, phone calls were made wishing Graham well – maybe I should’ve asked for a free night. If I liked that hotel… Just kidding. It was totally Peter’s fault. I was with a napping Cole in the room. HaHa!
Florida was awesome. The sun and warmth was much needed.