Happy Friday, Happy President’s Day weekend, and Happy Valentine’s Day weekend! We’re back from our trip to Miami, just in time for a Polar Vortex here in NYC (and much of the East Coast and Midwest, I think). I was disappointed that Miami wasn’t warmer when we were there, but I’ll take 60 degrees over the 4 degrees that’s in the forecast here tomorrow.
Since we arrived back home at 4:30 yesterday, I have done 11 loads of laundry. ELEVEN! And it’s not like I didn’t do laundry while we were away. I did two loads, which was the bare minimum I could get away with doing over the five days we were gone. So, that’s thirteen loads in less than a week. (I usually do 1-2 loads every day, so the math comes out right — it just feels surprising, I guess, doing most of it in a 24-hour stretch). And, wow, I’m sorry; I just wrote a whole paragraph about laundry and I didn’t even have the decency to at least get it sponsored like any other blogger writing a boring paragraph or two about laundry would have.
To make it up to you, I will spare you the details of our flight with a teething baby, who screamed in my face nonstop for four hours, and her older brother, who suffers the world’s worst motion sickness and who made it the entire week, through two flights and many car and cab rides, without getting sick once only to barf, finally, after we landed in Newark and were taxiing to our gate. To be fair, Newark always makes me want to throw up, too.
Anyway, despite the travel drama and the cooler-than-expected temps, we had a lovely trip. I’m glad to be home though. There’s no place I love more than New York City. I am reminded of that every time I leave (which is a pretty good reason to get away, I’d say).
Happy weekend, everyone!
PS For those of you who still watch The Bachelor, you might enjoy this shirt that Drew designed (you have to have seen this week’s episode to get the joke).