My Blarg.

mood: happy

Yippy Yippy Woot Woot!

Last week my mom comes to me and says "Do you want to go on vacation?" And I'm like, uhhh "Is this a trick question?" Because I went to Santa Cruz two months ago and I'm taking this week off (from work and kids) to get my house in order, so I thought she must be joking.
Then she says Leslie, her hairdresser, told her about a great motel in Pismo, which is very close to where my Papo lives in SLO. It's right on the beach, has a trail down to the sand, lots of lawns to run around on, and pool and jacuzzi. My mom (well, her business, technically, as we like to refer to it as "Auntie Alli") also recently bought and had delivered a new Dell to him, so I think part of why she wants to go is to help set him up. Also they haven't seen the kids since last Xmas. I asked her if she could afford it, because like, I have absolutely NO money for another vaycay, seeing as I'm still trying to catch up on my last one. She shrugged, as if to say "whatever, sure, why not". Must be nice to have that feeling.

So I look it up, and holy crap it's gorgeous! So she wants to go during the week, which means Patrick can't go, but we don't all fit in the car anyway. So I ran it by him, to see if he'd be bummed, and all he cared about was to make sure I was taking the kids with me. So, I guess we're going mid-October for a couple nights. Yay! :)

However...traveling that far with two toddlers...that may not be very fun. I better bring the Benedryl >:)