It is always bittersweet on the last day of any trip, short or long.
You want to stay and grab hold of any experience you missed, but your bed at home is always calling your name.
So we did what any good Girl Scout would do???? right? We took Old Tyme Photos! Don’t we make good saloon girls?
Then we headed downstairs to the Sea Life Aquarium.
We got to see jellyfish.
We walked under sharks. Eeek!
And saw many other wonders of the sea.
Now we are home sweet home.
Awesome trip, amazing experience!
And I am glad I got to share it with my friends and daughters!
SO I thought a good way to work my way back to blogging a bit is to tell you about my son’s current obsessions.
The first one is monkeys.
But not really….
He know what monkeys are and gets monkeys right every time he sees one, however….
He mistakes this for a monkey:
Yes, he calls penguins “monkeys”.
He does not mistake any other animals for monkeys.
But he carries tiny penguins around in his pocket and lovingly kisses them, plays with them and refers to them as his monkeys.
The “monkeys” in question came from this game:
Should I be worried? LOL
I sure hope not!
We have lost one of our sweet little rat babies.
Rose was one of the hairless rats with Dumbo ears that my girls got for Christmas last year. She was a little over a year old. She had a horrible distended belly and you could feel the tumors growing inside her. Poor thing!
She passed at midnight and the girls are going to take it pretty hard when they wake up.
We will miss you, sweetheart Rose!
1.) One pet peeve that shouldn’t drive you crazy, but does.
The dogs and cats itching and scratching and chewing at themselves.
I know, I know….it’s like saying ‘Don’t bark DOG!’ or ‘Quit meowing KITTY!’
What else are the poor little guys supposed to do?
They don’t get a nice shower with Irish Spring every morning. They don’t get to moisturize with Cocoa Butter and rehydrate their skin with Body Dew spray throughout the day.
It’s not their fault. But. It. Makes. Me. INSANE!
I try to keep my mouth shut, especially during the day. I try to just turn the TV up or push them softly to the floor and usher them to another room where they can chew and scratch without sending me into ‘crazy lady’ antics howling at them to ‘shut the hell up.’
It is so bad that at night when the irritation overwhelms (I am very sensitive about my sleep and sleeping environment….sensitive = cranky b!$@# in this scenario) my very laid back and indifferent fiancee knocks the poor dogs off the bed the minute they begin to offend. No reason to wait for my wrath to build apparently.
And I know it is illogical. I know it is unfair. What I don’t know is why the heck it bothers me so much!
This post was written as part of a prompt from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.