On to the craziness . . .
It was not me that considered giving El benadryl to make her sleep for a portion of my 11 hour solo car ride.
It was also not me that decided that drugging my child was not a good decision, despite the beneficial side effects that it might provide.
It was not me that forgot to pack E underwear for our hotel stay.
Clearly, it was also not me that convinced him that not only was it OK to go commando, it was a healthy thing to do once in awhile. It was also not me that cringed when E then said to the clerk at the fast food chain that he was being healthy . . . he wasn't wearing any underwear.
It was not me that dragged two twin mattresses into my vacation bedroom so my kiddies were not scared to sleep so far away in a new and unfamiliar place. I would know that the kiddies would survive just down the hall without me. I would never resort to such manual labor in the name of peaceful uninterrupted sleep. Ridiculous!
It was also not me that almost lost her bathing suit top as I ran down the beach to rescue a run away float. I would make sure that the old girls were secured high and tight before attempting a sprint. That would be the logical thing to do, of course.
There.
Much better.
On to this week's vacation insanity . . .
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