Post Vacation Musings

So, here I sit at 10:49 on a Thursday night, the kids are asleep, the dog is snoring soundly, hubby is on a plane home from Atlanta, and I'm clicking away at a new entry as I load up all the pictures from our Florida trip. It's taking forever. My computer is only four years old and it already sucks.

The trip went well. Visiting with the relatives was wonderful, dare I say the best four days of the entire vacation. My Aunt's house in Boca is quite large. Very large. Extremely large. Great pool, hot tub, sauna, huge bedrooms with private bathrooms...I mean, it's a vacation unto itself. It was relaxing and fun and SO incredible to see everyone. I cried like a baby when we left. I freely admit that. I was okay until my Uncle teared up and then it was over.

From there, we spent a day in Melbourne (no, not THAT Melbourne) on the beach. Absolutely gorgeous. One of the nicest beaches I've ever been on, and I've been on many. Perfect weather, perfect everything.

Disney was great. I will say, it was unbearably hot, which, unfortunately, was not the only unbearable thing that we were dealing with. I won't go into details, but just know that I held on through the whole week by the skin of my teeth. The kids, though, loved the whole thing....Magic Kingdom, Hollywood Studios-- which was the big hit I think, what with the High School Musical show and all and my showdown with a pushy English cow that decided to push in front of my kids. My kids have a whole new respect for me now I think. *snort*--and Epcot. It was a fun few days, I'll admit, but the last time I'll ever travel there in July. You'd think I'd have learned a lesson after my honeymoon.

I was ready for home after two weeks though. There's nothing like your own bed and your own bathroom after awhile. Sometimes, you just gotta pee with the door open, ya know?

And so, I await my birthday and my sons birthday, coming shortly. It's bound to be a lovely August.

All I know is, I better get back to the beach. My tan is fading.