OOO* - Mean Mommy

"Hey, let's go to the beach!"

This was H's simple idea about ten days ago when, burnt out from work, he decided the vacation we decided not to take had to be taken. The kids' school does not begin until the 14th, as they are building a massive new science wing on the school (WOOT, New Town!), so we would easily be able to get a half-priced beach rental for the week after Labor Day. Sounds ideal, right?

Cue zany music as you picture me in the last seven days doing everything that I would have done in the week before school started - physicals, dental appointments, haircuts, new shoes, dance shoes, school supplies - and add to that all the packing going to a rental with five people includes - sheets, towels, beach gear, dry goods, sunscreen, beach umbrellas, toys to occupy this children when in the rental so they don't wreck the place - and you have one fried Mean Mommy.

Oh, and then once everything is done, the van is all packed, and all five of us are in the driveway ready to begin our trip, H turns the key in the van's ignition and...nothing. the fucking thing is dead. Three hours later, we have rented a Ford Explorer, repacked the cars and are finally off.

So the moral of the story, dear readers, is that while I packed this laptop excited over the fact that the rental had wifi, thinking I'd be writing away, I think I'm just going to work my way through the six bottles of wine we brought and read Us Weekly.

I will be back next week, hopefully, refreshed and ready to go. Or very hungover. Could go either way.

*For those of us not in the office work force, this means "Out of Office", although "Oooohhh, Mean Mommy" would have been a good title too.