"That's great how they carved that and all. Are we gonna stand here and look at that or we gonna find the souvenir shop?" - I'm assuming what Lucy & Max said upon arrival at the Black Hills.
Well, I guess word travels fast. And after the last post, Gramma and Bean-Bean came in and took the kids away for the week. "Sounds like you need a break" Heh, Heh. Well, that's not EXACTLY how it happened. This vacation with the grandparents has been planned for a while. But I suppose it happened just soon enough. Better they come get the kids than CPS, I suppose. What with all that paper work and such.
So, Ricardo and I have a week. All to ourselves. Well, I do. Ricardo has to work. My job went on vacation to the Black Hills. And considering I had a 6-week vacation, and then a girlfriends get away, I'm pretty set on the rested side. I bet I get to the pool to relax and read a book without making sure either of my kids has sunk. That'll be nice. But my first plan of business is to clean the house. Thoroughly. And then for the rest of the week, see if it's really the kids making the mess or someone else. Someone like Farley.
Yesterday I ran all over Omaha. I really did. I ran a few errands, then I had so much fun at Sams Club comparing prices, and/or comparing nutritional charts with no time constraints at all, and no kids asking if they can go get all the samples. Did you know that Kashi Go Lean is nutritionally better than the Flax Plus Granola Cereal and less expensive? I know, exciting isn't it?
Meanwhile, the kids have been having lots of fun. Bean is making sure to send me pictures to prove that the kids are okay. Perhaps I have a reputation that I worry. Really, it's not the kids I worry about, it's Bean and Gramma. They emailed us the first pictures of the trip. WIth Mount Rushmore, and bear country, the Badlands, and old western shoot outs, horse back riding all on the itinerary, you would think there would be optimal picture opportunities. But the first set of pictures is Max and Lucy in a souvenir shop. Ah, the beginning of the tour of souvenir shops. SUCKAS!
That's how I roll.
