I decided, last minute, to travel to St. Pete this weekend for a wedding. Since it was “last minute” that meant no sitter, which meant Daddy stayed home with his girls.
I had a blast, enjoyed the solintary drive, with my 80’s/country/christian/R&B music playing while I cruised the back roads of West Florida. I especially enjoyed lying by the pool, with a live calipso band playing behind me, while I raised my white flag, that was attached to the back of my lounge chair, to get the attention of my pool boy.
My pool boy would bring me drinks, even bring me food if I wanted to eat while I bathed in the sun, listening to the Gulf waves behind me.
I had a blast at the wedding, kicking it back old school doing the middle school-dance-in-a-pack-with your girlfriends (since no Big-Daddy).
I attempted to route my Infinity’s navigation to take me North via no freeways and somehow ended up on I-75. Given the chance, I opted to get back onto a highway and make the rest of the trip home on a slower, two lane road.
When I arrived home, Kenley was in bed for her nap, and Britton (with her crunchy hair) was helping daddy wash cars.
They immediately started washing the love bugs off my truck after some hugs and kisses.
Britton later confessed, amongst much probing from mommy, that they did not get baths while I was away, but they did however, hose themselves off in the driveway after carwashing.
How do I dare to complain- after arriving at a happy, healthy, well-rested, well-fed CLEAN home?!
I sure did miss my family while I was gone for 32 hours.
Happy Birthday Mom!