Vacation From My Vacation

I forgot that being n vacation actually involves double the work, but in an unfamiliar environment. These kids are in rare form. They did not nap and they are currently getting out of their pack and plays over and over again cracking themselves up. The last time I left the room I opened the door to find V in the suitcase and A running amok. V just threw his pacifier and lovvie at me and is dismantling the crappy pack and play. Did I mention that it is bright as day in the room they are in? Bedtime is going to be a daily issue. F  Has been working on a lock problem or my father, who is at work, for the past 2.5 hours. Ad he is not done. He just told me that he is going to a hardware store. Okay, I convinced him to go later. I am exhausted and we have been here less than a day. The plane ride was pretty rough as A never stayed still, she was on me of course, and constantly tried to put boogers on me, take my shirt off, head butt me, twist my neck skin into my chain. You get the idea, sheer relaxation. The only cool thing I did was get both kids on the plane without paying for their tickets. If we manage to do it again, we will have saved $900. We could of course, get caught not he way back. Other highlights of the day include V moaning  the whole way on the cab, only to have  A, what tricksters, vomit her brains out a few feet, literally, from the airport. I am off to do some major vomit laundry. May the little ones go to sleep at some point soon. The weather is nice...