Hello all! Checking in from vacation.
Week 1 was spectacular, because, admission: I took all of last week for MYSELF. The kids were in camp, hubby was at work, and then there was me– goin’ nowhere fast. It was quite blissful. I did things like walk around aimlessly with a coffee, spend the morning at the spa, and talk on the phone with my girlfriends for hours. Things I hadn’t done in a long while.
I guess that’s what regrouping is for.
But here’s what’s remarkable: what I witnessed last night. I experienced something truly incredible.
We were taking the kids to dinner in Mont Tremblant- a lovely area in the Laurentian Mountains. All was good- until my 5 year old literally turned FIFTY SHADES OF GREY in the car and said he was going to throw up. We swerved the car to the side of the road, and I jumped out with my baby. Let’s just say that was the first of MANY pukes to come. I brushed it off as sun stroke, as he really hadn’t drank much water yesterday, and had been out and about in the sun all day. I figured the vomit was a one-timer. We were 40 minutes from our lakehouse, and I had an 8 year old who was famished. We bought some Advil to help his headache, and continued driving the remaining 10 minutes to the restaurant. One more pitstop to puke, and we were finally at the restaurant.
