I would like to apologize for not counting my blessings. Apparently
the holidays are supposed to be filled with love and family and
friends. I don't have enough bars in this area, I missed the call that
the magical fairies will be in charge this year. I have reality
service.
The first week of break was filled with holiday parties, cookie baking, latkes, candles, presents, family events, and play dates. All of these activities take their toll. One by one we all went down. Thing 1 went first, then Thing 2. It was when my overload lead to the flu, that was the end.
I knew it was coming, fast and furious. I was too exhausted to fight the powerful flu. As I crawled to the couch and planted myself there, Thing 1 and Thing 2 gathered around as if they were looking at the new exhibit at the zoo. We have never seen this before, what do we do? Thing 2 brings me a blanket, pillow and stuffed animal. I spend the day drifting in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, during my dazed state, Thing 2 puts a thermometer in my mouth. As this is a very sweet and nurturing gesture, I suddenly realize that she has put the anal thermometer in my mouth. I am awake and freaking out, I know where it has been. Thing 2 grabs the thermometer starts crying and drops it on the floor. Of course it breaks, hopefully the mercury will not affect my performance on Broadway.
If I were Lindsay Lohan I would have been sent away for exhaustion and pampered at some spa. Instead I get to lie on the sofa and have an anal thermometer in my mouth.
We venture to Florida for the last week of "vacation". I end 2008 with my final meal at the Grand Luxe, the fancy version of the Cheesecake Factory, in the MALL. Is this really how I will say goodbye to 2008 next to the oxygen deprived, yes it is.
Our stay in Florida is very predictable. Not Zac has to go to the Mall every moment he can, only to be side tracked by the opportunity to visit the new Super Target. Final answer, Super Target isn't so fabulous. As with anything there is a level of routine, the kids get popcorn that's too salty, Not Zac looks at the C9 shirts and I check out the new designer for Target bags. It is relatively exciting for city folk who don't get to do this very often.
We spend hours at the pool, eat frozen yogurt religiously, visit the local Hibachi restaurant, and the kids don't seem to need sleep. Oh, all good things must come to an end.
We begin our journey back to the Big Apple. We board the brand spanking new Jet Blue airplane. I no longer travel with DVD players and movies just headsets. We love jet blue, cartoon network can get us to New York without any whining. We sit in rows 8 and 9. The plane it ready to take off, our TV's don't work. Not Zac and I begin to panic. Out of all of the rows and all of the seats, ours falls into the 4 rows that do not have working TV's. This can't happen, we don't have a back up plan.
Not Zac discovers 4 seats in the back, only 2 of them are together. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are now sitting by themselves, next to an unsuspecting gentleman. I am sitting in front of them and Not Zac is in a row on the other side by himself. All is well, but I don't realize until later that Thing 2 has had 3 cans of Apple Juice. Have I mentioned that Thing 1 and Thing 2 have a tendency to get a touch of motion sickness. Suddenly the gentlemen taps me on the shoulder to alert me that Thing 2 is vomiting all over the place. Ok, I can handle this. I clean her up, settle her down and return to my seat. Then I get another tap, Thing 2 has sneezed out a weeks worth of chlorine. The gentlemen gives her a tissue. I thank him profusely. I settle back down, then suddenly I get the tap again. Thing 2 is vomiting again. Is this man a glutton for punishment? I know I have a middle seat but does he really want to sit next to my monster that is spewing form her orifices?
We finally arrive back in the cloudy dreary NYC, YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!! It's good to be home. The first day back to school was awesome!!!!!



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