Why am I blogging on vacation?
So I don’t forget.
So my family can hear the details of our vacation without me having to repeat it four times when I’m too exhausted to hit the “on” button for the dishwasher right now.
Plus, my brain needs a little food other than “am I stupid enough to try a black diamond trail, or do I stick to the blues.”
So a quick sum up:
Tuesday was cold, but awesome.
It was the first time I have spent six uninterrupted hours alone with CG since The Tackler came into this world.
My fingers and toes were only numb for half the day.
Lil Diva gloried in the constant attention and new toys in the day care center.
The Tackler, after a rocky start of not wanting CG or I to leave him inside at ski school, he warmed up to the idea.
According to his teacher, by afternoon he was performing speed laps on their smallest hill – showing no fear.
Or any apparent concern for braking. Or even attempting to stop.
Maybe Wednesday….. when he gets to try round two.
So what if we ran late because we were exhausted from Lil Diva moaning half the night paired with the snow plow that had to get the walkway outside plowed at 6:30 AM and was so loud it vibrated the windows?
Or that the ice maker sounds like a possessed robot, even when we turned it off?
Or that our bedroom in the condo is a meat locker if we leave the door shut because the thermostat doesn’t work?
Ok, I admit it. I like that one since “meat locker” is my preferred temperature for sleeping. CG… not so much. The one works for the rest of the condo, so in my opinion, it’s almost perfect.
The day was A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
May the next few days be even better.