Bet on it

For a SAHM I sure go on vacation a lot don't I? Spoiled brat, you're probably thinking. But it's because I am a SAHM that I need vacations. Have you ever spent four straight days wiping snot off every surface of your house and both your kids? You did? And you didn't go to Vegas afterward? Well you should lodge a formal complaint.

So anyway, we're here for Josh's work meetings and then we're sneaking in a trip to see our friends in San Francisco over the weekend, with a stop in Napa.

You know what's the most annoyong part about traveling without the baby? I still have to get up and pump. So there I was this morning, 7 a.m., wide awake and kachunk-kachunk-kachunking along.

I'm going to the pool now. To read. With no sand toys or life jackets or splashing or cries of having to go home so we can pee in the potty.