So I have a bad cold, disease, -itis, whatever, that is making me a little groggy, but I will try to persevere and post something comical for all of you who depend on me to make your day a little brighter.
My mom is an eavesdropper, I am an eavesdropper and now my girls are eavesdroppers. I consider this a genetic trait and not something I learned or taught. My DH found this out early on in our relationship. We'd be out to dinner talking about how he was so in love with me or how he couldn't imagine life without me or how beautiful I was, when I would pop up with, "That woman's brother was just picked up on a DUI and her husband said, 'Good, he's a drunk' and then she burst into tears." DH would be like what/who/where? I would say, you know that couple in the booth 3 booths away from us? He would just shake his head and go back to praising me. (HA)
Well, the other night at hip hop while I spent 2 hours sitting on a cold basement floor waiting for K and B to finish up classes, I couldn't help but listen in on a few conversations. Blonde woman was talking on her cell phone to what I could gather was a male friend about how her boyfriend broke up with her, she didn't want to move again because her daughter had lived in 9 different places(she is about 8) and the boyfriend took her puppy. She finishes that converstion and takes her regular post by the studio door so she can talk to brown hair woman. Well these 2 have a conversation that elderly people could have heard 2 rooms away. No respect for volume from these 2. I then learned that blonde was harboring a fugitive that boyfriend had brought home one night. He ate her food, talked with her daughter for a few days before she realized he was wanted. She made him get into her car and she drove him to the police station to have him arrested. Now she does not trust boyfriend and tells him to leave and he takes the puppy (her puppy, the one they bought together). Her family wants her to make up with boyfriend because they really like him.
Brown hair woman is drooling over a 17 year old male dancer who is doing ballet/hip hop in another studio. The 2 women together ask him if he is a ballerina and he says he prefers 'male dancer'. They find out he is from Russia and basically embarrass the poor boy by blatantly staring at him while he warms up.
What my girls pick up on is the conversation where brown hair woman is saying that her kids have a bucket at school with a toothbrush, paste and floss and every day after lunch her kids must brush their teeth. Even the nurse knows about this, so they HAVE to do it. The woman does not want to pay for cavities for her kids. K and B are floored by this and repeat it to me the whole way home.
The hip hop school is starting a class for moms (God help them). Guess who is going to be in it? Yup, blonde and brown hair women. And me and like 4 of my friends and whoever else. When anyone walks by blonde woman, she asks them in her loud voice, "So are you joining the mom's hip hop class?" "Oh you have to!" " Oh, it's going to be so much fun!" "We get to be in the show at the end of the year with the kids, won't that be a riot? we can wear leg warmers and those leotards from the 80s....." Oh boy. My only consolation to this is that the pressure will be off me in the class. She will talk through the entire thing and no one will notice my paltry moves in the back of the class.
What, you ask, are the other moms in the basement doing? Other than listening to these women converse, we are rolling our eyes at each other because we really cannot believe what we are witnessing.
OK, enough sitting up right, it is time to pepper my liver with cold medicine and lay down. I will pay for this luxury of resting for 2 days when I am resurrecting my house that has come under siege from 2 kids, a husband and a dog since I have been sick. I hope I can find my way to the bathroom from all the laundry that is piling up. WOULD IT BE TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR SOMEONE TO THROW A LOAD IN?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunny Sunday
As I have said before, my DH is a Cape Cod cowboy. His dream is to be a real cowboy riding the range, not a fishing boat, all day long. So when he gets a day off, he and his posse like to ride on the beach. K loves to ride as much as he does and will go anywhere on a horse. B won first place in a competition when she was 6, got a big trophy and hung up her boots. She does still like to ride with daddy, though, as long as they are together on the horse. Here are some pictures of riding the "range" the Cape Cod way.....
Giddy-up!
Giddy-up!
B's Birth Story
OK, I was with my family with 10 month old K and asked if Thanksgiving could be at my house that year. This was April. They were all like yeah, whatever. I said that I NEEDED to be near my house. Finally it dawned on them to ask why.
Thanksgiving came and went. B decided she was comfy where she was. Finally 9 days late I went into labor. Nothing like a little experience. I could feel my contractions, but they were not hurting. I had been 4 cent. for like a month. DH and I drove to the hospital, calmly walked in, changed into my pretty gown and asked for an epidural. The nurse looked at me and said, "You don't seem to be in too much pain." I said, "Not at the moment and I would like to keep it that way." The consensus was to break my water and then see. OK, after that I was feeling them. Ouch! They thought I was writhing enough then to give me an epidural.
My sister walks in at 4am or so and cracks up because DH and I are hanging out watching a movie. 16 candles, maybe. The nurse comes in periodically and checks things. Finally she comes in and says, "Don't you feel like pushing?" "No not really is that what I am here to do?" Anyway, my OB comes in and is convinced this is a smaller baby, demands that we turn off the tv because it is distracting her(who's birth is this, I was enjoying it) and gets to work. I figured out the right way to push this time and B was born as I watched the sun come up. The first thing I hear is "Wow, look at the size of her shoulders!" Then my Dr. saying "Looks like she was bigger than I thought." Yes, 9lbs7oz with record wide shoulders...thank God for epidurals!
Thanksgiving came and went. B decided she was comfy where she was. Finally 9 days late I went into labor. Nothing like a little experience. I could feel my contractions, but they were not hurting. I had been 4 cent. for like a month. DH and I drove to the hospital, calmly walked in, changed into my pretty gown and asked for an epidural. The nurse looked at me and said, "You don't seem to be in too much pain." I said, "Not at the moment and I would like to keep it that way." The consensus was to break my water and then see. OK, after that I was feeling them. Ouch! They thought I was writhing enough then to give me an epidural.
My sister walks in at 4am or so and cracks up because DH and I are hanging out watching a movie. 16 candles, maybe. The nurse comes in periodically and checks things. Finally she comes in and says, "Don't you feel like pushing?" "No not really is that what I am here to do?" Anyway, my OB comes in and is convinced this is a smaller baby, demands that we turn off the tv because it is distracting her(who's birth is this, I was enjoying it) and gets to work. I figured out the right way to push this time and B was born as I watched the sun come up. The first thing I hear is "Wow, look at the size of her shoulders!" Then my Dr. saying "Looks like she was bigger than I thought." Yes, 9lbs7oz with record wide shoulders...thank God for epidurals!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
A Baby Story
One of the blogs I read every day is My Semblance of Sanity
Michelle is very funny and even does a video blog on Thursdays. She is running a contest this week on people's baby stories. So sit back, enjoy, check out Michelle's site and maybe even add your own story!
K's birth.....
My DH was fishing in Maryland while I was pregnant with K, we weren't sure if he was going to be back for the birth, so my bff Faith went to lamaze class with me. I had such an amazing lamaze teacher, and Faith excelled at coaching me in my breathing, so I had decided to go with no epidural (rookie move). I was 5 days overdue and scheduled to be induced. The Dr. said to call the hospital first to make sure that there was room. "Sure", I thought," like there would be no bed for me-HA!" I was all set to go, called the hospital, yup, no room for me. I was pleading with the nurse on the phone, even volunteering for a guerney in the hallway. So I spent the weekend walking the beach, eating mexican, even having the s word. Anything to get this kid out of me.
Monday came and I had a nonstress test at the hospital. I went by myself because I felt fine and figured this kid was never coming out. During the stress test I had a few minor contractions, but they were not near each other. The nurse said I may as well go home because they were not regular. I forgot to mention that I had been 3 centimeters dialated for 2 weeks. Drove 1/2 hour home, talking to my mom on the phone, had a contraction and practically drove off the road. My DH was home from Maryland by then and in the front yard raking. (Maybe that's why he doesn't rake anymore?) I hung around until about 6pm, called Faith and said, "Let's go!". The 3 of us made ourselves comfy (not necessarily me) in our hospital room. We put Vacation in the VCR and settled back for the night. Maybe not settled. They popped my water and the contractions started to come stronger and quicker. My DH was useless (sorry honey), Faith was awesome. DH is very, very queasy around hospitals, needles, his wife being in pain, blood, etc... He would ask me nicely if I wanted ice chips and then Faith would scream, "Just give them to her, don't ask!" I had nubain which probably would have helped more if I didn't have my arm bent. The tube was smooshed between my arm.
Finally the Dr. comes in and says "OK you are ready to push". In my mind, I am thinking who the hell are you. I had seen all 4 Dr's in my practice, but no one told me there was another Dr. in another practice that might deliver. He had tape around the middle of his glasses. At this point I could have cared who delivered this kid. To make conversation he asked me what my name choices were. I said "Well if we get this done by midnight, the girl's name will by Margherita and the boy's name will be Jose." I think he wondered what I had been smoking. I said, "It's Cico de Mayo". Just to make sure I wasn't serious, I think he told me the wrong way to push so I didn't deliver K until 12:57am! When he asked who wanted to cut the cord all 3 of us were like"Um, no way, you take it!". Our faces must have been funny because we all looked horrified and practically spoke at the same time.
K was 8lbs 13oz with red fuzzy hair. I can't believe that she will be 11 in May! Time does fly!
Michelle is very funny and even does a video blog on Thursdays. She is running a contest this week on people's baby stories. So sit back, enjoy, check out Michelle's site and maybe even add your own story!
K's birth.....
My DH was fishing in Maryland while I was pregnant with K, we weren't sure if he was going to be back for the birth, so my bff Faith went to lamaze class with me. I had such an amazing lamaze teacher, and Faith excelled at coaching me in my breathing, so I had decided to go with no epidural (rookie move). I was 5 days overdue and scheduled to be induced. The Dr. said to call the hospital first to make sure that there was room. "Sure", I thought," like there would be no bed for me-HA!" I was all set to go, called the hospital, yup, no room for me. I was pleading with the nurse on the phone, even volunteering for a guerney in the hallway. So I spent the weekend walking the beach, eating mexican, even having the s word. Anything to get this kid out of me.
Monday came and I had a nonstress test at the hospital. I went by myself because I felt fine and figured this kid was never coming out. During the stress test I had a few minor contractions, but they were not near each other. The nurse said I may as well go home because they were not regular. I forgot to mention that I had been 3 centimeters dialated for 2 weeks. Drove 1/2 hour home, talking to my mom on the phone, had a contraction and practically drove off the road. My DH was home from Maryland by then and in the front yard raking. (Maybe that's why he doesn't rake anymore?) I hung around until about 6pm, called Faith and said, "Let's go!". The 3 of us made ourselves comfy (not necessarily me) in our hospital room. We put Vacation in the VCR and settled back for the night. Maybe not settled. They popped my water and the contractions started to come stronger and quicker. My DH was useless (sorry honey), Faith was awesome. DH is very, very queasy around hospitals, needles, his wife being in pain, blood, etc... He would ask me nicely if I wanted ice chips and then Faith would scream, "Just give them to her, don't ask!" I had nubain which probably would have helped more if I didn't have my arm bent. The tube was smooshed between my arm.
Finally the Dr. comes in and says "OK you are ready to push". In my mind, I am thinking who the hell are you. I had seen all 4 Dr's in my practice, but no one told me there was another Dr. in another practice that might deliver. He had tape around the middle of his glasses. At this point I could have cared who delivered this kid. To make conversation he asked me what my name choices were. I said "Well if we get this done by midnight, the girl's name will by Margherita and the boy's name will be Jose." I think he wondered what I had been smoking. I said, "It's Cico de Mayo". Just to make sure I wasn't serious, I think he told me the wrong way to push so I didn't deliver K until 12:57am! When he asked who wanted to cut the cord all 3 of us were like"Um, no way, you take it!". Our faces must have been funny because we all looked horrified and practically spoke at the same time.
K was 8lbs 13oz with red fuzzy hair. I can't believe that she will be 11 in May! Time does fly!
Road trip cont.
"Back to life, back to reality..." Little 80's music to start your day. Back from our 3 day road trip where reality is smacking me in the face. Instead of that, let's pick up where we left off at my brother's house for a sleep over.....
We played Scrabble till the wee hours of the night! Tommy has a very cool bachelor pad. OK, his girlfriend has added a few touches, too. Her step dad had some cool horns in his basement that T thought would add testosterone, I mean, that special decorative touch to his house. I let the girls hang on them after he left for work....
Then it was off to Boston to see the High School Musical ice show. (A+ if you get a chance to see it!) We actually found my friend, Court, and her 2 kids without too much trouble. I also saw the sister of one of my good friends from HS. She picked me right out of the crowd. It's funny how you can still look the same but different after 20+ years. She looked the same, but more grown up standing there with her kids. It's funny how you picture someone as the same age as when you last saw them. I often wonder how anyone from HS days recognizes me through all my wrinkles. Anyhoo, after buying 3 popcorns, nachos, 2 pretzels, 2 sodas and 2 waters we were set to find our seats. The show was great and I sang along to every song.
Now you know what the inside of TD Banknorth Garden looks like from section 22. It was a great show, then we drove an hour south and met up at Target where my dad dropped off my mom to us. I love Target and am almost happy that it is 50 minutes from my house, so I am not there every day. I am sure my husband is leading the surge to keep Target off of Cape Cod. Anyway, we got to our hotel where we got adjoining rooms and immediately ordered pizza and went for a swim. They had a great school vacation deal where you got popcorn and a movie included in your room special. The girls all watched Enchanted, while my mom watched the debates and I pretended to while laying in a comfy queen size bed BY MYSELF and read People magazine. Ahhh, simple pleasures.
The next morning, I heard B get up and go into the bathroom. She was singing to herself (she wakes up singing), I walked in and found this....
She had made herself a feast on the bathroom floor while waiting for everyone to wake up. Funny, funny girl.
We hit the pool and K gave them a water aerobics lesson...
Then B and her bff A, (matching suits from Target) decided to jump like bunnies for K's amusement
We checked out and went to Justice (for girls) a subsidiary of Limited Too. Those spring colors look a lot more fun than the winter garb we have been wearing since November. Treated the girls to a few spring things as the snow was falling like crazy. Probably should have bought them each a size up since they will probably grow by the time they get to wear them! We then spent an hour in Super Walmart. Wound up buying necessities mostly, but girls had fun in the shoe dept.
Where else can you get cheetah-licious shoes for $8? We drove home in the snow, sleet and rain, got stuck going up our driveway (steep hill), had to shovel and sand the driveway to actually get up it. (Of course DH was fishing). Do you see how reality can hit you in the face after a nice few days away?
We played Scrabble till the wee hours of the night! Tommy has a very cool bachelor pad. OK, his girlfriend has added a few touches, too. Her step dad had some cool horns in his basement that T thought would add testosterone, I mean, that special decorative touch to his house. I let the girls hang on them after he left for work....
Then it was off to Boston to see the High School Musical ice show. (A+ if you get a chance to see it!) We actually found my friend, Court, and her 2 kids without too much trouble. I also saw the sister of one of my good friends from HS. She picked me right out of the crowd. It's funny how you can still look the same but different after 20+ years. She looked the same, but more grown up standing there with her kids. It's funny how you picture someone as the same age as when you last saw them. I often wonder how anyone from HS days recognizes me through all my wrinkles. Anyhoo, after buying 3 popcorns, nachos, 2 pretzels, 2 sodas and 2 waters we were set to find our seats. The show was great and I sang along to every song.
Now you know what the inside of TD Banknorth Garden looks like from section 22. It was a great show, then we drove an hour south and met up at Target where my dad dropped off my mom to us. I love Target and am almost happy that it is 50 minutes from my house, so I am not there every day. I am sure my husband is leading the surge to keep Target off of Cape Cod. Anyway, we got to our hotel where we got adjoining rooms and immediately ordered pizza and went for a swim. They had a great school vacation deal where you got popcorn and a movie included in your room special. The girls all watched Enchanted, while my mom watched the debates and I pretended to while laying in a comfy queen size bed BY MYSELF and read People magazine. Ahhh, simple pleasures.The next morning, I heard B get up and go into the bathroom. She was singing to herself (she wakes up singing), I walked in and found this....
She had made herself a feast on the bathroom floor while waiting for everyone to wake up. Funny, funny girl.We hit the pool and K gave them a water aerobics lesson...
Then B and her bff A, (matching suits from Target) decided to jump like bunnies for K's amusement
We checked out and went to Justice (for girls) a subsidiary of Limited Too. Those spring colors look a lot more fun than the winter garb we have been wearing since November. Treated the girls to a few spring things as the snow was falling like crazy. Probably should have bought them each a size up since they will probably grow by the time they get to wear them! We then spent an hour in Super Walmart. Wound up buying necessities mostly, but girls had fun in the shoe dept.
Where else can you get cheetah-licious shoes for $8? We drove home in the snow, sleet and rain, got stuck going up our driveway (steep hill), had to shovel and sand the driveway to actually get up it. (Of course DH was fishing). Do you see how reality can hit you in the face after a nice few days away?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Road Trip-Day 1
Wooohoo! We are over the bridge and off the Cape! Today K, B and I jumped in our clean car and headed out. We stopped at a nutritionist first because my girls are blessed with completely different bodies and this has become a slight issue with one. The nutritionist is super and really going to set us on track in mind and body. M&Ms count as a colorful variety of foods, right?
We excitedly made our way to IKEA because we wanted to buy stuff and Radio Disney was doing a little promotional event. We hit a MacDonalds along the way where both girls commented on the lovely bathroom. That is in Lakeville, MA if anyone is in the area. Driving into IKEA is almost like driving into the Magic Kingdom. The big blue and yellow building looms in the foreground like the big Mickey Mouse at the tollbooth to the M. K. parking lot. (Also as the Big Moose when one visits Wally World, but that's only in the movie Vacation). So we park in section C, this is ingrained into our heads, because we (I) might forget by the time we leave. We head on up to the Radio Disney area and bop to a few HS Musical and Hannah Montana tunes. Why is it that I know every word of every song? Why couldn't I remember the entire periodic table in chemistry? Here are the girls..
OK, so we shop around, sit on couches, chairs, look at bookcases, go downstairs and fill a cart with stuff for their new rooms (we even brought the paint stick with the paint colors on them!), got some stuff for myself and perhaps a few Mother's day presents. We get to the check out, wait in line for 15 minutes or so, send the girls to buy cinnamon rolls (I am sure the nutritionist would have agreed with that after all our exercise) and I look up right before unloading my cart and it says, "we do not accept checks". What the f@*%$ does that mean? It means I cannot buy my stuff because all I have is a check because the rent check I deposited in my checking account will not clear until tomorrow. I wind up buying $30 worth of stuff and leaving my cart for some helpless IKEA person to put back while trying to put off the waterworks that are about to ensue from B. Definitely a bummer, but it's not like I can't go back and really buy everything. Today was like a practice run for when I actually want to buy a bunch of stuff. I am wondering if my husband secretly called IKEA to have them post that sign just for me. Hmmm....
Now we are in Acton. I got to go to my favorite farm stand and buy some food to make my brother, our host for the evening, a delicious dinner after his long day of work in the city. He looked like Mr. Rogers coming in and taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hanger in his closet. Funny to see him all business like dressed up. Usually I see him hammering something or mowing a lawn. Oven is buzzing, won't have a computer till Friday so you will have to wait for day 2 and 3 of our adventure .....
We excitedly made our way to IKEA because we wanted to buy stuff and Radio Disney was doing a little promotional event. We hit a MacDonalds along the way where both girls commented on the lovely bathroom. That is in Lakeville, MA if anyone is in the area. Driving into IKEA is almost like driving into the Magic Kingdom. The big blue and yellow building looms in the foreground like the big Mickey Mouse at the tollbooth to the M. K. parking lot. (Also as the Big Moose when one visits Wally World, but that's only in the movie Vacation). So we park in section C, this is ingrained into our heads, because we (I) might forget by the time we leave. We head on up to the Radio Disney area and bop to a few HS Musical and Hannah Montana tunes. Why is it that I know every word of every song? Why couldn't I remember the entire periodic table in chemistry? Here are the girls..
OK, so we shop around, sit on couches, chairs, look at bookcases, go downstairs and fill a cart with stuff for their new rooms (we even brought the paint stick with the paint colors on them!), got some stuff for myself and perhaps a few Mother's day presents. We get to the check out, wait in line for 15 minutes or so, send the girls to buy cinnamon rolls (I am sure the nutritionist would have agreed with that after all our exercise) and I look up right before unloading my cart and it says, "we do not accept checks". What the f@*%$ does that mean? It means I cannot buy my stuff because all I have is a check because the rent check I deposited in my checking account will not clear until tomorrow. I wind up buying $30 worth of stuff and leaving my cart for some helpless IKEA person to put back while trying to put off the waterworks that are about to ensue from B. Definitely a bummer, but it's not like I can't go back and really buy everything. Today was like a practice run for when I actually want to buy a bunch of stuff. I am wondering if my husband secretly called IKEA to have them post that sign just for me. Hmmm....
Now we are in Acton. I got to go to my favorite farm stand and buy some food to make my brother, our host for the evening, a delicious dinner after his long day of work in the city. He looked like Mr. Rogers coming in and taking off his jacket and hanging it on a hanger in his closet. Funny to see him all business like dressed up. Usually I see him hammering something or mowing a lawn. Oven is buzzing, won't have a computer till Friday so you will have to wait for day 2 and 3 of our adventure .....
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunny Days Sweepin' the Clouds Away....
Today dawned sunny with birds singing and the temp even got into the 40s! Nothing like a sunny day to get things done after so many gray days in a row(feels like 3 months worth)! Before 8am, B pulled out a tooth that had been stuck wiggly for 1 year. Of course it was a bleeder which is nice early in the morning. I wasn't dettered though, the sun was out! Come downstairs to our dog, who is obsessed with squeaky tennis balls. She will play with her self and roll them off the table or drop them into boxes etc to have more fun trying to get them. Well she dropped one in my husband's cowboy boot (yes, I am married to a Cape Cod cowboy) this morning. This is her with full nose in the boot.
So after whipping up some pancakes for the girls, we head over to finish the second coat on B's room. Don't send the truant officer, it's school vacation week here. The camera doesn't really do the color's justice, but these are K's colors
That's Razzle Dazzle and Kittery Point Green for any would be copy catters. And B's colors are Light Blue and Seafoam Green.
We came home, had lunch (tuna on bagels if you must know) and then completely emptied out my car. I am sorry I didn't take a picture of that. Let's see, we filled a large bag full of trash, there were cleats (um soccer season ended in November), a spoon, lots of hair accessories,cds, a gabillion crayons and markers, old mail, a few MacDonald's toys, lots of change and some things better left unknown. The best thing I found was a gift card to Crate and Barrel that I thought I had lost! Yee-ha! We vacuumed it and washed the windows. My car hasn't had this much pampering ever!
Then I took down the outside Christmas lights (I kept them up because I don't like it getting dark at 4, now it is staying lighter later), took down the wreaths, made a nice pile of bags for hubby to take to the dump, swept the garage all the while playing fetch with the dog. Went to the grocery store, finished the chicken noodle soup I started last night, had dinner, folded laundry, monitored showers and put kids (and hubby) to bed. Phew!
So, finally a productive day. Maybe I am just anticipating 2 days off Cape! The girls and I are taking a road trip to visit my brother, stay at his house, go to High School Musical-the ice show and stay one night at a hotel with a pool. Evidently I will do anything for my kids because I have to don a bathing suit in public in February in New England. Crap, that means I have to shave too. I will just have to add this to their very long list of 'things mommy sacrificed for you, now pick a 5 star nursing home for her someday'.
So after whipping up some pancakes for the girls, we head over to finish the second coat on B's room. Don't send the truant officer, it's school vacation week here. The camera doesn't really do the color's justice, but these are K's colors
That's Razzle Dazzle and Kittery Point Green for any would be copy catters. And B's colors are Light Blue and Seafoam Green.
We came home, had lunch (tuna on bagels if you must know) and then completely emptied out my car. I am sorry I didn't take a picture of that. Let's see, we filled a large bag full of trash, there were cleats (um soccer season ended in November), a spoon, lots of hair accessories,cds, a gabillion crayons and markers, old mail, a few MacDonald's toys, lots of change and some things better left unknown. The best thing I found was a gift card to Crate and Barrel that I thought I had lost! Yee-ha! We vacuumed it and washed the windows. My car hasn't had this much pampering ever!
Then I took down the outside Christmas lights (I kept them up because I don't like it getting dark at 4, now it is staying lighter later), took down the wreaths, made a nice pile of bags for hubby to take to the dump, swept the garage all the while playing fetch with the dog. Went to the grocery store, finished the chicken noodle soup I started last night, had dinner, folded laundry, monitored showers and put kids (and hubby) to bed. Phew!
So, finally a productive day. Maybe I am just anticipating 2 days off Cape! The girls and I are taking a road trip to visit my brother, stay at his house, go to High School Musical-the ice show and stay one night at a hotel with a pool. Evidently I will do anything for my kids because I have to don a bathing suit in public in February in New England. Crap, that means I have to shave too. I will just have to add this to their very long list of 'things mommy sacrificed for you, now pick a 5 star nursing home for her someday'.
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