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Crap. I think my plan is backfiring. I was hoping to send my husband and children off to Orlando—theme park hell—where they’d get hot and tired and frustrated with the long lines and millions of grouchy people so they would come home immensely appreciative of the wonderful vacations we’ve taken them on in their short lives and would never ask to go to YOU KNOW WHERE again. Instead, Olivia called last night and talked non-stop for about 20 minutes telling me every detail of every ride she went on. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She even told me about the tour guides, for cryin’ out loud. “The guide was REALLY good. He had me so scared. You should be here,” she said.

Do you think she remembers the park ranger who was our guide in Yellowstone? Now HE was great. He had such passion and was so knowledgeable about the land. Or what about the Frenchman who was a 4th generation chocolatier at the chocolate factory in Arbois? Was he scary? Oh, I guess that wouldn’t be the point. But you know what I mean.

So, I’m on day 2 ½ without the family. Today might be a day to get the pressure washer out and attack the deck. It’s hot. Maybe I’ll just go swimming instead.

I hope my family is wearing sunscreen down there under the Florida sun. And hopefully they aren’t eating too much junk and drinking tons of soda. And they need a good night’s sleep to deal with the long days in the park.

Once a mom, always a mom.

Happy Memorial Day.