oh nuts!

Peppy got neutered yesterday.  As I wrote as my facebook status, my excitement to his procedure was completely disproportionate.  I was so excited for him to be gone for 36 hours, I didn't even know what to do with myself.  Turns out, I fell asleep (with the gate open!) at 7pm, woke up not fearing the kitchen and him growling for food.  Unfortunately when I asked the girls if they missed them, 4 year old said, "meh, not really."  I didn't understand the stress that Peppy is until he was gone.  But now he's back.

Mr Incredible walked in the house with a shimmer (or was it a tear for Peppy?) in his eye telling me not to laugh.  I don't normally laugh at people or things, or altogether immature scenarios, but seriously:

sorry too lazy to turn this around

Peppy you look like hell

You would never know that the little dude just had his balls cut off.  (crass, sorry, i know.  but fur realz).  He's not lost an ounce of Pep in his step (well maybe an ounce or two.)

Miley has it wrong. It was a party in Can-AH-da

I'm back!  What?  you didn't miss me?  Oh, it's because I was on a long weekend.  Not a vacation.  There it's been clarified.

What I look like on vacation.  no for real.

I'll begin at the beginning and the end.  We went to Blue Mountain in Canada.  It's a ski resort only it was summertime.  So it was a summer resort on a mountain.  It was ah!mazing.  It's an hour and a half past Toronto.  If you're thinking, "ooo I love big cities!" redirect your thinking to, "note to self: never go on vacation when you have to drive through a ginormous city."  Unless you super fluffy heart traffic jams, of course.

Did you know that if Toronto were in the US (tomato tomahto, ay?) it would be the third largest city after nyc and la?  Approaching the big city, I thought, 'Ikeas! skinny people (maybe even famous)!, musicals! and Asians!'  Round number two:  Approaching the city I thought, 'Please God don't let there be more traffic jams that creep up so fast on you that I'll get whip lash and more importantly, will let the kids wake up."

I won't get into all the wonderful nitty gritty details of it.  But this much I'll say:  Starbucks under our hotel room.  Tim Hortons in Canada.  Pool.  Beach.  Mountain.  Someone else washing all of our dirty towels.  Beer.  Martinis.  Wine.  Live music.  Need I say more, friends??  Need I say more.

Front: capri sun. Back: cranberry lime martini.  It's not everyday that I have martinis. (garnished with limes, that is.)

vacation

I've been a ball of nerves recently.  And it so happens that kids have been climbing and kicking and sitting right on that ball.  Muy mal.

Since I am American and my July has been so patriotically busy everyone EVERYONE is overtired.  My kids are adrenaline rushed overtired.  Simply put: they're so tired they can't sleep.  My head has been spinning.  Yesterday everyone woke up uber early from their naps which put me in a fit of rage.
Me:  God, you need to take my rage away, please, thanks?
God:  Plan a vacation
Me: omg, God, you're so smart.
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Hiiiiiiiiii kids!!!!!!!!  I'm so happy you're awake!  I love you and I don't care that you're whining incessantly because we're going on vacationnnnnnnnnnnn

Do you have any suggestions for a vacation spot (relatively cheap) in the Northeast?  I made the humongo mistake of googling it.  We'll pass on family massages, thanks.