We haven't had a real family vacation for a couple of years and 5 is starting (deep breath) Kindergarden next week. So we decided to go to the desert for a few days.
Preparing for trip:
- Wash car
- Clean house
- Finish laundry
- Get snacks
4 miles into the trip he threw up all over the car. For the first time ever, my kid was car sick. We had to turn around, go home and clean everything. (This was an unexpected hour delay) If we had just gone with my plan.......
Back on the road and we are in good spirits again. 5 asks Hubby to tell him a story. Hubby hesitates for only a brief second, before launching into a story about a singing Irish elf who lives in a magical forest. The elf has a stinky dog named Toots. He tells the story in an Irish accent. (In 14 years I've never heard him speak with an Irish accent or sing. What's happening?)
We arrive at our location: It's 112 degrees. Time for the pool. We swam for 3 hours.
Dinner was a wedge salad.
Tomorrow's plan: New friends, a big hat and Yogi Bear.