So we're just wrapping up our San Antonio trip, and I have to say, I am glad we came, but I'll be even more glad to be home, in my own bed. The kids have been off their routine, and they seem to be doing fine, but tired. Nolan is such a good natured little guy. He's been such a trooper, being out all day in the hot sun. I remember when Orion was that age, he would have been going full out exorcist on us if we didn't stick to his routine.
Sunday was a traveling day, and everything went surprisingly smooth. Orion threw a couple of fits on the plane, but hopefully those can be avoided tomorrow. When we got in and decided to go swimming in the hotel pool. Graceful me slipped and fell on a puddle of water outside the pool and scraped the shit out of my ankle. Now it's Thursday and the wound has turned green (which could be because I went swimming right after I fell, and I am thinking it may be the chlorine?), is swollen (which could be because I was on my feet 12+ hours yesterday), and very tender (thanks to me kids constantly stepping on it). I really hope it's not infected, but it's already scabbed over, so maybe it will be better when we get home. I am taking it easy today, so hopefully traveling won't aggravate it too much.
Monday we did the tourist thing, and that was fun. The next day we drove over to see Steven's family in Victoria. It went well. I was starting to think my mother-in-laws craziness was starting to cool off. Then yesterday, when we decided to change the location to Nolan's birthday party from the zoo to a restaurant downtown, she flipped. If you don't remember, she asked me to change the time of the party a few weeks ago, and I said no. To make a long story short, some circumstances changed that allowed us to make some changes. Plus we were in the heat all day yesterday and thought it may be best to stay out of the sun today. Everyone that was going to be there was with us, save for MIL. We thought, no big deal just a little change of venue. Nope. We get a meltdown. To make matters worse, she has Nathaniel and refused to let us talk to him after she had her fit. Great. I know when she comes today, she's going to be back to her old self, taking jabs at me and my family, and being an overall unpleasant person. Oh well.
Now I've got a pile of wet, smelly clothes staring me in the face. Hopefully all goes smooth tomorrow.
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