The Sun. Warm, sunny, balmy, 80 degree weather. And a hotel swimming pool. I took the kids out of town to someplace much warmer. It was simply divine. I swam with the kids, then I watched them swim while I worked on minimizing my pastiness. (It's just too soon to call it a tan. I am WHITE, people. Freakishly WHITE!). I loved being able to just sit outside in the sun for a while, with nothing to worry about except for the possibility of three of my four kids drowning. Hallie's my only swimmer. Livvi's improving. The other two need work.
Hotel Housekeeping. The kids thought I was a little weird when we came back to our room on Saturday and I became positively giddy when I saw the crisply-made beds and fluffy clean towels which had magically appeared in our room during our absence. Kids. They don't know anything. Moms, I know you get it. Just the idea that I get to climb into a fresh bed that *I* did not have to make, and I get to dry off with towels washed and dryed and folded by SOMEONE else...Oh, I'm getting dizzy thinking about it even now. Did I mention they emptied the trash, too? It almost makes up for the Hefty bag full of laundry I brought home from the trip--which, incidentally, will NOT be done by someone else. Ok, dizzy spell officially killed.
2 comments:
I am SO with you on the housekeeper issue. I spent 5 blissful nights at the Four Seasons with those fat comforters and fluffy pillows...sigh...I cried all the way through the lobby because I didn't want to leave the silky lap robe in the room. Well done, my precious!
Erin
I love the big, fat, white comforters. During our recent stay, we managed to leave strawberry and diet pepsi stains all over them. I could hear the clapping and cheering as we drove away on the interstate.
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