Christopher likes to play Army Guys with his cousins on the beach. So what better than to see a real fort and bunkers by the Portland Head Lighthouse! Rebecca, still feeling under the weather decided to sit in the car with Alexander and Dad while Griffie and I investigated the old forts and bunkers. They are reminders and remainders of our Civil War, but since Griffie doesn’t know about the Civil War and it was too complicated to explain quickly I told him this too was commissioned by General George Washington as the Portland Head Lighthouse was… The bunkers look out over the Atlantic Ocean so this was, in his mind, to fight the Two If By Sea! (I’ll correct him eventually!)
The kids are great at keeping themselves busy by organizing baseball games or going for walks or diging for crabs, or even going in for a dip!
Here is poor Rebecca feeling miserable but still she tried to stay involved
We have been back nearly a week and I still feel like I have my sea legs on so to speak. Our vacation was not exactly what we had expected, but we had a good time despite the obstacles. The weather was, for the mostpart, uncooperative. But thanks to some rain and overcast days we did get to see some sights that we hadn’t on past trips. Rebecca developed an ear infection, and while being quite the little trooper, she just was just not herself.
It was a cold and cloudy Wednesday and we were huddled up on the beach with our Dunkin Donuts coffee and towels and sweats trying to figure out what the game plan was going to be. Rebecca started to complain that her ear hurt, and since I have been doing this Mom Thing for nearly a decade I knew for certain that Rebecca had developed a lovely case of swimmer’s ear. So I called up our pediatrician and aksed if we could please have an Rx of Cipro ear drops for my ailing daughter as there is not a Walk In clinic for many many many miles. A perscription was promptly called in. Two hours and a dose of Motrin later Rebecca is getting worse. I could see that the pain was intollerable, so I decided perhaps she should be seen by an MD as opposed to Dr. Mom… called up the Insurance company and got an appointment set up. Lo and behold I was wrong (to my shock and amazement!) and Rebecca was given a 3 day dose of Zithromax. The next day there is only mild improvement, and the day after that and the day after that as well. Now the course of antibiotics are done and Rebecca is still not well. We had many mini-battles because although her ear was bothering her, the sun finally came out and she desperately wanted to go swimming and boogie boarding in ocean. I caved in knowing it was the last day of vacation, and a beautiful day at that. We would be home the next day and she could see her pediatrician Sunday morning. (I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fact that our pediatric group is open every day!)
We decided to hang out all day and take advantage of the wonderful weather and avoid weekend rental traffic. We left Maine at 8:00pm. (The drive home is 4 hours barring any stop or traffic incident. Don is happy to make the trip at the end of the day and we both think that this is the best for Alexander. We would hate for him to take a 2 hour nap at 6pm!)
The drive home ended up being late and long, but other than that it was uneventful. Until we got home. Alexander woke up as we stepped through the front door. At first he was a little disoriented, then saw his little Fisher Price Laugh and Learn play house and got all excited to be back. Do you know what’s worse than a two hour nap at 6pm? A FOUR hour nap at 8pm! Ugh… I sat with him in his stuffy (the house had been completely closed up for a week) sardine can sized room and together we rocked on his rocking chair. It could have been worse and less than an hour later he was back asleep…
I crawled into bed that night so excited to sleep in. It had been a tough week of sleep on vacation. Alexander did nap every day, but was deprived of the long ones he was used to. That combined with later than normal bedtimes and early morning wakings, thanks to the train tracks just behind the condo property line, did not make for much sleeping… at least for Alexander and Mom. I knew that Alexander would sleep in for me that morning. Nice and late.
And then, there it was, a bad nightmare come true. The shrieking MOMMMMMMEEEEEE at 5:45. Could it be? Was it a dream? Was it from the TV? I fell asleep in front of the television. Nope, not the TV. What better than to air a commercial for the Tempur-Pedic mattress? No more insomnia… no more nightly wakings… Alexander is screaming MOMMMMEEEE across the way and here is a mattress that can solve my problems? Damn, I’m getting one ASAP! Not sure how it will solve my Alarm Clock from sounding off at the most inoportune times, but if it can solve all my sleep problems it has to be the mattress for me!
So here I am a week later and still exhausted. I can not sleep in and I have not been able to nap. I tried to nap that Sunday afternoon after returning from the pediatrician with Rebecca, who, by the way still had the nasty middle ear infection and apparently the Zithromax did squat for it and apparently it is a dated drug. Well, no dwelling on the past… we move on to bigger and better drugs. Or whichever the Drug Rep Who Recently Visited the pediatric office says is the bigger and better drug!
So why not nap with Alexander? I knew you were going to ask! Well, Christopher has had soccer camp this week from 8:30 am until Noon and Rebecca has had tennis camp this week from 9:00 until 1:30 and so Alexander thinks the perfect time to nap is when we get Christopher. A nice 25 minute nap. And certainly I can not nap then too as who would then drive the car? And I absolutely, positively will not let him nap after 4pm… So, we have long and exhausting days which start at 5:30 or 6am and don’t end until 9pm! Luckily, my husband can be a real trooper (when he wants to!) and I have gone to bed before the older two! Unfortunately these crazy exhausting days mean I do not get any time with my husband. As I walk around in my zombie-like and terribly sleep deprived state I have one thing that helps me to stay positive and focused… school will start up again … in about 6 weeks I will have my life again! Meantime, yawn, I will try to move forward the best I can… It’s now 10:30 and Alexander has decided to take an early nap today. He just woke up. Yep, it’s early, but at least I was able to get some sort of break today!
I had completely forgotten that yesterday was Friday the 13th until the afternoon. This is probably a good thing as had I known everything would have gone wrong. Not that I am a superstitious person, but I am the type of person to walk around a ladder instead of under it and I have been known to knock on wood.
I took Alexander to the beach yesterday. I had him playing hard and having fun. The purpose for this power play was to get a good nap out of him so that I could pack. We left the beach at Noon and at 12:05 he was passed out cold in his seat. I transferred him without incident and ran up to take a shower. Not 5 minutes after I got out of the shower did he wake. I tried and tried and tried to get him back to sleep but my efforts were proving futile. There is nothing worse for a mom who expects her toddler to nap… who needs her toddler to nap (for sanity purposes) than for her toddler to cut his naptime short. It can really ruin a day. It makes the afternoon drag on and on and on. When you have been up with said Toddler since 6 am you really want a break. When it is just 12:30 in the afternoon you simply can not imagine how on earth you are going to make it until 8pm without completely losing it or melting from sheer exhaustion. The remainder of the day seems like an eternity. It is then that I realize the date and the implications it will have on the day, on my life.
I don’t fight it any more and let Alexander help pack. (Unpack) and we just kind of go through the motions until it is time to pick the other two from camp. I have a sitter all lined up to come play with the kids so that I can continue to pack. Instead I have to take Christopher to get his hair re-cut. Yep, re-cut. I do not know what M was thinking when she cut the kids hair on Tuesday, but Christopher came out with something resembling a Liza Minella cut gone bad… luckilly it was a little longer than Mz. Minelli wears her own hair. But I had to get it fixed so that I would not be appalled, years from now, when I looked through the vacation pictures!
So, here it is Friday the 13th and I am taking Christopher to get his hair fixed. Luckily I forget it is the 13th (temporarily) and when we get to the kid’s salon I tell M to fix it. I simply tell her to even out the (hideous) layers and do something resembling a little boy’s bowl cut. A few snips here and there and the results are amazing. Farewell Liza and Hello Christopher!
Onward and upward. I decide to quickly stop by Toys’R’Us to see if I can find a supersized rake for Alexander to play with at the beach. There isn’t any, but it’s amazing that on 7/13 they are already blowing out all their beach things and we get a couple of really cute toys for Alexander and a great big King Kone Ice cream for Christopher. He’s happy now. (Wasn’t when I had to pull him away from the Xbox he was playing with at the hair salon!)
Then on the way to the car I see this chi chi boutique having a sidewalk sale. My eye… well, both eyes, actually, are imediately drawn to these hip-cool-chiq boots… black suede with black sheerling and these horn buttons on the sides. They are only $50. I try a pair on an they fit like a glove. I call Don and ask him what to do. Then I throw in the deal sealer and tell him that the origianl list price of these Boots is $470! (No, I did not accidentally add an extra number or make a typo.) He said “Fifty buck is fifty bucks… do what you want.” I am not sure what he means. I look at the boots and walk away deciding that I do not need them. I don’t need them? Since when have I ever not gotten something that I didn’t need?
When I am in the car I start to panic and hyperventilate. I should have gotten them. I should have gotten the boots. I contemplate turning around. I contemplate this until it is just too late to do so. Ugh… Grrrr. I am kicking myself at this point. What a stupid idiot I am. I showed self control at the store. Self control is useless and good for NOTHING! And now I want those boots more than anything!I know, for certainly, that had it not been Friday the 13th I would have not shown any self control and would have gladly handed Fifty bucks over to the sales lady and been proud of my Sale prowess… Ugh. Now it is Bastille Day and I am proud of nothing. Then, this morning I learn that I will have no wireless internet access this week… I am hoping that it is still Friday the 13th in Hawaii and as soon as they come on over and join the rest of us n Bastille Day my luck will change!