The Pilot on our flight home from Aruba was quite a jokester… a regular funny guy. “Rest easy.” he jested, “I’ll be taking you from Paradise to Reality in four and half hours flat.” Reality?! I wish!
As of this afternoon’s disaster of a shopping venture (don’t even get me started), it’s official, I have returned from Paradise to find not a somewhat irksome yet perfectly acceptable Reality. I have come back to absolute ANARCHY!
The Drama Queen (our twenty-one month old) has decided to start teething once again in full force. It also seems that she made the most of her four days parentless to refine her skills as Master Manipulator, Shrieker Extraordinaire and Licensed Chaos Maven. Princess, instead, employed her four days in grandparent heaven to hone her already well-developed skills of selective deafness, extreme smartassedness, and creative mess making.
Oh, the joys of parenting! We’re paying big time now for that mini-vacation.
Thank goodness the Nanny starts early Monday morning!
P.S. If I happen to fall off the face of the blogosphere, it is totally reasonable to believe that they have done something terrible to the Hubby and me. It seems as though the girls found a lot of time together last weekend to plot our demise… hmmm.
