Do me a favor and ask my husband Rick how last weekend went because the poor guy literally drove from Fort Lauderdale to Connecticut and then flew home the next morning back to Florida.
Raging party weekend, right?!
He did it because he didn’t want me to drive the kids up north alone. Probably because I would have abandoned them in Georgia when they lost their shoes IN THE CAR for the fourteenth time.
And twice along the way, a stranger said to me, “Wow. I never saw a kid do that before.”
Of course they were talking about my 3 year old son Cash. First time, he dumped over an entire trash can in a restaurant.
Second time, he discovered the glorious joy of a high chair on wheels. Why does a high chair need wheels? It doesn’t. But Cash realized these wheels enabled him to scoot around the whole restaurant instead of staying at our boring old table.
Along our trip, we tried to make meal tops at Chick-fil-A because they actually have decent fast food and always seem to have a play area.
At one of them, I got all my kids seated and then Rick and I sat down at a nearby table. A very sweet employee said, “Would you like me to push tables together so you can eat with your children?” Rick and I politely declined. “Our kids are fine. We can see them.”
Good parenting is all about making the right decisions.
We made stops in Savannah (where you must check out their very cool outdoor children’s museum) and Virginia Beach (where we spent roughly a million dollars to let the kids go on rides at the beach).
I don’t want to brag about the hotels we stayed at but this was the pool at one of them…
I think it’s safe to say, No Diving.
After many hours of driving, we made it to my mom’s house in Connecticut.
Rick flew back and a few days later, I took my kids to Westport Pizzeria – a place I frequented many many times as a teenager. It’s in a new location which felt weird but the kids seemed to really like it.
Especially Cash who immediately joined some guy at another table.
I think that guy is really warming up to him.