A mere 32 weeks ago I made reservations for a nice little cabin in the mountains of Tennessee.  Funny, when I made the reservations and calculated that I would be over 7 months pregnant I thought, “Pshaw!”,  I am no wimp I can do it.  Even when George said that he wouldn’t be able to stay with us for the time at the cabin, I brushed it off, again, thinking I am only pregnant not dying.  Oh how a huge belly and many doctors’ orders later change things.  Luckily, George decided to stay with us, because the no lifting heavy things, as much as I said I could handle it, is really cramping my style. 

Like most vacations where children are involved it doesn’t feel like much of a vacation, but more like we have taken my act on the road:

There was grocery shopping.
Of course, this was vacation grocery shopping where we throw good health out the window
for convenience and the avoidance of arguments with small picky humans.

There was laundry to be done.
Of course it was at midnight and continued on into this morning, when I was awoken
by 2 small bouncing heads screaming how much fun it was to sleep in BUNK BEDS!
AW!  to be young and enjoy the small adventures life has to offer.

I fulfilled breakfast requests that went uneaten after only a few bites.
NOTE: The bread to the right of the bowl of cereal was a third in a series for
Sam. And he is still asking for more.

 

Then there was the ever so essential Command Central.  SoHubby has one, too, but
I must be connected to the wall.  Because we are on vacation.  In the mountains.
Where technology isn’t always reliable. 

Along with all this, there has been whining, because there are so many injustices on the road, time outs, because even on vacation once must maintain some kind of civility, crankiness, because when on vacation you are expected to stay up late which doesn’t always agree with everyone in the party (this includes a certain adult, but I ain’t naming any names), and early risers, who didn’t get the message that: WE ARE ON VACATION, and that means, for the love of all that is holy, letting mom sleep in.