more from calamity vacation

I unpacked when we got here only to discover that I had forgotten to pack my pajamas. If there is any item that would phase me least if forgotten it is the pajamas since I only wear them until I go to sleep before slipping them off and sleeping in the nude. I hate sleeping with material wrapped around me. There was a big cheapo tank top I could have worn, but the sides are boob exposing low and it is kind of short, and I am trying to look a little more reserved in the pajama/neckline department around Matt since he is 14 and in the throws of puberty and all. My motto is "Why send them to therapy when you can just dress modest!" I figured I'd keep my clothes on til bed time but that idea was dashed with the acquisition of the kentucky fried chest, which leaves me counting the seconds til I can remove my itchy scratchy clothes and bra each evening. With no other choice than more shopping I wandered into the gift shop in hopes of finding some over sized men's nightshirt to wear for the hour or so each evening before I collapse from exhaustion. No such luck, they had no pajamas at all BUT they did have these incredibly soft I wanted to get naked and rub them all over my body leisure type pants that I knew I had to have from the moment I stroked their cloud like toilet paper should feel like this goodness. I figured I could wear the out of character cellulite exposing pink pants with a tee shirt and made my purchase. Once in the room, I giggled like a mad woman as I yanked the tags off the baby butt smooth pants only to first notice that these deliriously luscious pink pants are made from bamboo and soy!! I kid you not. How trendy can one woman be? I feel so alternative materials! Every night, I count the seconds until I can sip on their heavenly softness, and then I massage my unburnt thighs just to feel more of the pants! I am having an affair with an article of clothing.

The first night we were here, I had to settle the kids in, which was tough since we expected a room for them with two full beds, one for each of the big guys and a roll-away for Josh, who sleeps in a twin at home so it would all be the same for him. Unfortunately there was no such room to be found and we had to get two rooms with a king sized bed each and begin the torturous process of deciding which boy was going to have to sleep with his brother. Matt and Josh ended up sleeping together in the king, since they have more of an adult/child relationship and less of a jealous brother type relationship. I got Josh to sleep, tucked Evan in, and when I bent down to goodnight kiss Evan on his recently buzzed noggin he popped his head up and gave me a fat lip. It hurt so much I ran into the other room holding my breath so I wouldn't cry and wake up Josh. Both the top and bottom swelled and the top instantly turned purple. The next morning I woke up with a normal sized lip that has a dime sized black and blue right in the middle of my top lip. Not pretty.

We are at Atlantis where we have come before and there are some new attractions open here. The new stuff is all just a little bit wilder than the stuf that was already here. Yesterday I (adventure mom) plopped my butt into an innertube to go on one of the new attractractions with the boys. The new "ride" involves me, sitting butt down, in my innertube sailing on a not at all lazy river type journey, ending up on two separate conveyer belts which carry me and my butt stuck inner tube up to a giant tunnel type slide. Another 5 foot long conveyer belt gently delivers me to the mouth of the tunnel/tube and that is the end of gentle. The water (as in angry current) takes over and I am shot up down and around all these tunnel/tubes. Except when I did it yeasterday and I was in a tunnel/tube in complete darkness the current spun me around and my left ankle was violently smacked against what I assume was the wall of the tunnel. It was pitch black in there and I couldn't see a thing. I emerged 20 seconds (and a possile heart attack) later writhing in pain and trying to suppress the urge to vomit (which was most definitely pain induced). The life guard jumped down to my rescue and told me that he had come on duty 20 minutes before and that I was the fourth person to emerge from that ride with the exact same injury. Diagnosis: Bruised and swollen ankle, slight limp- patient incredibly worried that the mother's day 5K (which she worked so incredibly hard for!) is now inadvisable.

Comments

[Jenny]

ohhh, I have done that bend down to kiss a sleeping head only to have it sit up and smack your lip sooooo many times. You know, for some reason, Carmex helps. Also, the ankle? If you're good about icing it 20 min each hour first 24hrs, as much as possible, which is hard I know, then at least twice day after that, it should be in pretty good shape in a week and you might be okay for the 5k. You can tape it on raceday.

[danelle]

Wow that place looks amazing! I hope whatever vacation time you have left is healthy and injury free!