Things I do not particularly like, in no particular order:
•road trips with my family
•preparing for road trips with my family
•staying with my mom
•watching my mom poke and needle and drive me and my family crazy
•not being home
I really meant to post while on this trip but within five minutes inside my mom's house she had started in on me. First attack: "looks like D7 has gained weight since i last saw him" -- the truth is he has lost a bit.
We did have some good times. Took the kids to some of the museums on the mall in D.C. and J11 is old enough now to enjoy them. It's so nice to see him recognizing pieces of art or history that he has studied in school.
D7 is still a little young and you would have thought we were torturing him dragging him around for a few hours. Although he did provide us with the most entertainment while at the museums. Example: While walking through the mammal section of the Natural History Museum (or whatever it's called) they started playing a loud video on a huge wall video screen and D7 covered his ears and yelled, "OK! I am out of here!"
Also, my mom's thermostat doesn't work. She thinks it is 78 degrees in there. But I think it must be closer to 90. Really. It was horrible. And humid. It was not a dry heat. Sleeping was impossible, especially with little legs and arms clinging to me all night. We got home, walked into our 85 degree house and breathed a sigh of relief.
Also every time I tried reading blogs or doing anything on-line she would peak over my soulder and ask what I was doing. Even my kids have learned to not do that.
Apologies to all of you out there who have wonderful, or at least healthy, relationships with your mother. I know I always horrify you with stories of my completely dysfunctional relationship with my mom.
Anyways, we are back home. Pretty much my favorite part of a trip. Today is unpacking and laundry and errands and I always feel like when I get home I see things a little differently then I did when I left. Being gone always gives me a better perspective, at least for a while. I guess that is really my favorite part of vacation. I'm dying to get to the quilt I started hand-quilting and I found a bunch of new knitting projects. Have a girl's night out coming up this week, I hope. A couple of yoga classes... Yep. Definately glad to be home.