I wanted to tell you all that I am going to be MIA for the week. The hubs has to work in LA this week and I am going to tag along. I have had some interesting encounters when I have done this in the past. One day in November, we were driving down south somewhere and he had to get on a conference call. We didn't really think about how that would go down with a baby in the car...well, it didn't go good. We were in the middle of nowhere, giving us nowhere to stop but on some little dirt road to someones farm. Cooper and I stood outside breathing in the sweet aroma of cow poop while Billy was on the call. Every time I thought he was okay to get back in the car, he would start screaming. Lovely. I ended up sitting on the bumper feeding Cooper lunch and some poop fumes. Before we left, I had 2 people pull over and ask if we were okay. So embarrassing.
I have spent lots of time driving around aimlessly, waiting on him to be done working so we can check into the hotel. It really sounds like a miserable experience, but there are positives. Continental breakfast. Enough said. I love it way too much even if it is the worst food ever, and I have no clue why. I don't have to cook dinner for the whole week. I can shop and spend way too much time in every store because I have nothing else to do. I don't have to clean or make the bed. That in itself is amazing.
Best thing about this trip is that I am going to the beach. Yippie! Yeah, I would pretty much do anything to get a sweet tan.
See you next week!