Yet, it seems that my offspring had other plans for my life.
D-man's Great Escape 2010 has been jammed packed with adventure.
And I am beginning to think that my children are adventure junkies.
Seriously, I kid you not, J-boy started hyperventilating as we left the condo this morning.
He literally had to practice the deep breathing technique which I had conveniently taught him a few nights before during the hurling/nausea episode.
He was just so crushed about leaving.
The very thought of it made him sick all over again.
C-boy has gone from smiling to wailing on a number of occasions today.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the new hotel we are staying at tonight, S-girl starting cheering and chanting, "Yay, we get to live here...Yay, we get to live here!".
Thankfully, my children are not dramatic.
I'm not sure what I would do if they were!
I am beginning to wonder if I should take it personally that the thought of "going home" is so distasteful to them.
And finally...the grand finale...the icing on the cake...the cherry on the top...L-boy has not eaten in 2 days and is running a high fever.
How high, you ask?
We fried an egg on his back last night.
Truly I have no idea.
This mom didn't plan for the "what ifs" on this journey.
I'm only human.
And an unorganized one at that!
But he's hot, and just moans and whines non-stop.
I thought I'd insert his picture right here.
Because he's cute.
And it's just sitting in my picture file, with no place to go.
So you'd understand why I can't do a whoppin' Grand Canyon post.
He's to blame.
But how can you fault that face?
I'm actually sitting in the bed at our hotel room, all lights off, everyone asleep.
And you know what?
I'm plum tuckered out.
Traveling across the Arizona/Utah territories in a covered wagon with sick children ain't easy.
Oh wait..that's the book I'm reading.
So I'll leave you with these.
Just so you know we were there.
I'm turnin' in for the night.
We've got high aspirations for tomorrow.
This wagon train's hittin' Bryce Canyon!