It’s almost April which means it’s practically May which means Memorial Day is right around the corner, so essentially, it’s pretty much summer! Summer is my (and probably everyone else’s) favorite season. I can’t wait. I don’t know about you, but our summers always book up so fast that we’re busy every weekend and before we know it, it’s September and the leaves are starting to fall.
At least last summer ended with a bang. We took a trip with some of our closest friends to the beach. We rented a 12 bedroom house right on the ocean (for a steal since it was post-labor day). Not to say we trashed the place, we were very respectful, but with five babies?! Now I realize why shows like 20/20 always tell you to remove the bedspread in hotels. But honestly, semen is the least of your worries. Within 12 hours of staying at the house, Ollie not only barfed, pissed, and took a massive dump on our bed’s coverlet, but also tracked in dog crap from the beach (yeah — I know, who lets their dog shit on the beach?) all over our pillows. Not that this is unusual, but multiply it times five kids and you can imagine the chaos — and filth.
The odd thing is, I think everyone would like to do another trip again this year, but with new pregnancies and jobs and weddings, etc. etc. etc., I’m not sure we’ll be able to coordinate. We planned the last trip almost a year in advance, so we’d probably have to have booked already. But maybe it’s better this way, we have more time to plan and research a new spot for 2011 — which seems SOOOO far away. And by the time we go, I’m sure there will be enough children to justify renting an entire compound!