The roach motel

Ok, it's not that bad, but it is pretty crummy. I don't have much to report from Ft Worth. The kids are doing well. Tai's probably doing a much better job than I would do as a single parent for a week. The girls are probably having nothing but Cick Fil A nuggets and ice cream for dinner each night, but that's okay too. Humm...we're supposed to give up ice cream for lent as a family.

Anyway. Let me gripe and moan about my hotel room while I wait for my nightly web-cam meeting with my girls. I didn't get my travel card until last week, so by the time I could book a hotel room, all the good hotels with special government rate rooms. were full. I picked a quaint little private hotel sandwiched between the convention center and the federal building.

First the good points:

• free internet (they provide a cable if you ask at the front desk)
• no visible pests
• warm water
• TV
• a water cooler in the fitness room- i keep going there to refill my water bottle, not work out

The less attractive features:

• a hole in the shower curtain
• shampoo that smells bad
• water that smells worse
• no lotion -and I didn't pack any
• a cig burn in the lamp shade
• spotty, dusty mirrors
• no hand towels
• bedspreads from the 1970s
• only one working elevator that is usually occupied by large pieces of furniture- I've taken the stairs up 5 floors at least 5 times
• two light bulbs I though were burnt out, but it turns out the plug is just so old it won't stay in the wall

I've already made a my reservations for the next 11 months at a very nice all Suites hotel with free breakfast and happy hour. If I have to be away from my kids for 3 nights, that's the way to go.

Lily Turns 2

It’s official. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. At 3:37pm today Lily will be two years old. In two years she’s become a walking, talking, potty using, sister pushing, boy biting, chocolate loving, has to pick out her own clothes, off to preschool with a smile, easy going little girl. Bye bye baby days. I’m so excited about what lies ahead.

Some people

I saw a shirt in a 6 year old in my daughter’s Religious Education class, and I literally gagged: (square root symbol) 69 = 8 something
So I went over to the mother (Lily in tow) and asked her,
“Do you know what her shirt means?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Why would you let her wear that?”
“Her big sister gave it to her so she wanted to wear it. She doesn’t get it.”

Ugh…..I wanted to scream.