Being on vacation is so nice. I’m so relaxed I’m almost comatose.
The boy’s mom got a WII and we’ve been playing it. The wee one is running around, squealing constantly because Daddy’s around to play with. I’ve found wireless internets to steal.
Life is good. Going out to dinner with the fam tonight, and tomorrow is Grant’s birthday extravaganza.
Only kink…I have a friend with four kiddos who broke her foot. Offered to take her kids to the park on Tuesday’s. Last Tuesday we were Grant free, and I asked if she would allow me to do it this week instead so I could have a break. Then this one Grant was puking. She’s totally sweet and gracious, just tired and worn out and I feel so blinking guilty. I think I should have taken her kids last Tuesday anyway. I just hate it she’s burned out, and needs help. I know that feeling and I wish I could fix it.
AH THE GUILT.
Anyway - Grandpa Mike to arrive soon, wee one sleeps, five hours until dinner. Must commense the doing nothing. 
