10-04-08

It falls apart…

L:
I GOT IT 9:49 PM
2 girls, 1 Mom 9:49 PM
and you could write about potty training

10-04-08

Let’s talk about that vacation…

You know, the one I was suppose to be taking this weekend in Miami…the one that was suppose to refresh me from my 14/7 workload and keep me sane? Wanna know why I am sitting in Vero RIGHT NOW and NOT in Miami?

Where do I start?

Headed south, and stopped by a meeting on the way out of town. As I am jumping out of the car, D pulls an “Oh yeah!” on me… “Oh yeah, my aunt broke her femur bone and is in the hospital” (She has muscular dystrophy), so the weeked involves constant updates about her: never walking again, surgery, pins in her legs…she lives at home with D’s Grandma…a super sweet, super diabetic lady who won’t be able to take care of her the way things are going. This is really bad news. But they live in Miami, so we continue on our way

So we checked into hotel…a very hip little hotel on Miami Beach with Bright Pink walls…and a happy hour that was suppose to last from 5 to 7. What happens after that? Happy hour moves up the stairs to the third floor, infront of room 315 (US!) and lasts until 6 in the morning.

The last thing to look forward to is a shower to wake us up. AND WHAT A WAKE UP CALL….NO HOT WATER! Freakin’ seriously. So we check out, determined to find somewhere else by the end of the night.

Yacht club by 7:30 a.m. for races that are suppose to start at 11…why? WHo the hell knows. And it’s pouring rain. Solaris and Iz can’t even go swimming. Yesterday they told me they needed me on a chase boat to take pictures since they’re original man cancelled, so I couldn’t leave to take the kids to teh children’s museum for fear of missing my ride. Finally the warning flag when up after the skippers meeting…it would be 60 minutes from the time they TOOK IT BACK DOWN (lightening, race called).

I gave up, gathered up my kids, the MIL and wished D luck. This was not MY idea of a freaking vacation. I’d take my chances with the daily grind.