Spring Break! part 3

Amy and I returned to reality today, which involved (a) getting confused on the way home and (b) lunch at The Forks in Pemberville. I'd provide a link, but apparently, there are none to The Forks.

I arrived home to find that the cleaning fairies had come earlier in the day. Nothing better to come home to....yes, I know that I should probably say "I arrived home to find my children ensconced on the couch, waiting for me....nothing better to come home to...." but really, they are there nearly every day. It's not every day my house is clean. That will probably never, ever happen again. But daily I find boyz on my couch.

Later, the boys had a soccer game, which I was to "coach." It was a brutal game. Lots of annoying poor sportsmanship on both sides, and the ref is the absolute worst ref ever on the face of the earth....

But we won in a miraculous come-back; the boys on the bench were kind and welcoming to Tynan; and did I mention we won? OK, they won. I didn't do anything but hang out and be the person over 18 on the bench. The boys do all the rest. They are a great group of boys.

Then home to a generously provided dinner, a fast trip to the grocery store to get stuff for lunches tomorrow, and now I'm ready for bed.

Back to reality:)

Spring Break! part 2

Cultural highlight of the day.

Does this not scream "Dawn and Amy!!!!!"

Up later, the highlight of the evening will be ordering pizza and watching three hours of Big Love.

What more could we ask for?

Spring Break! part 1

Probably 7 years or so ago, the Jeffers and the Hubbell-Staebles started camping together. About the same time, Amy and I started the tradition of closing and opening each camping season with a moms only trip. We haven't always gone far. Sometimes no farther than Portage. Most of the time, we end up in Gibsonburg.

Of course, every time we camp alone, it's pretty much guaranteed that it will rain (or snow), but please don't think we are miserable. We take high quality bedding; we've mastered cold and wet; we tend to eat pretty well.

Well, stupid cancer got in the way of a lot of recreation this summer. Between moving and cancer diagnosis, I don't think our families camped. And Amy and I didn't get our trip. So, here we are on "Spring Break" in a motel in Port Clinton.

Truly, we could be anywhere. We have simple needs. Beds. Books. Wifi. Cable tv. Good food. Naps. More naps. Even more naps.

We arrived in our street legal pajamas. Not much has changed. I'm not in street legal pajamas, but I can change:)

And we've napped.

The weather is wonderful, and I think we'll head out here soon for a short walk and then a wonderful dinner. Since we slept through lunch, we can justify spending a little more on supper. In our street legals.

Last night, we ate a Perch and Shrimp dinner with lobster bisque at the Jolly Roger. Yum. Who knows what we'll do tonight.

Big plans for Wednesday night, too:) More on that later.

I think we are the only women in the hotel...it's us and guys working on the Davis-Besse project.

It's frequently like that when we camp, too:) Us and scuba divers and extreme rescue people.