So, this week we went to Harrisburg to visit my college roommates before one of them moved to Florida. B stayed home to finish working at his current job before starting his new job, so it was a Mummy-Grant-and-Nora trip.
The kids were excited about staying in a hotel. I was not. Especially once we got to the no-tell-motel and found sticky carpeted floors. How is this possible, you ask? I do not know! They became less excited about the hotel when it was bedtime. Nora decided she needed to sleep with me, as did Grant, so we compromised and decided I'd sleep part of the night with one, and part of the night with the other. All was fine until it was time for the "great switch."
I woke up at 3:30 and intended to go with Grant. Nora woke up and started sobbing that I needed to stay with her, so after checking on Grant, I climbed back into bed with her and got to listen (for 2 hours) to her questions:
Where is the moon?
What is on your pajamas?
Why don't I have a penis?
Grant woke up at about 4:30, and his first words were, "Mummy, I think I've got to throw up!" Excellent! Apparently he had picked up a bug at home that didn't show up until we got to the hotel.
The rest of our visit with old friends was pretty hazy for me. No sleep and sick kids does not a reunion make!
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