With two straight days of traffic and minivan travel behind us, we arrived at our Daytona condo in desperate need of rest and a good night's sleep. After a few minutes spent unpacking essentials, I crawled into bed. That was when my husband reminded me that Easter was the next day.
Oh Sweet Jesus NO.
Thankfully, I had pre-stuffed my vast Easter Egg collection:
I am so on the ball.
The next morning, I put Joe in charge of administering sunblock and we enjoyed some serious beach time:
A few hours later, I realized that my husband is not quite as on the ball as I am. Please have a look at the end result of some questionable and slightly uneven application of Sunblock 75:
As an aside, within an hour of returning home to Chicago, one of my friends who had naturally spent her weekend in charge of a Melanoma 5K Fundraising Event called and asked if she could collect my kids for baseball and some play-time afterwards.
I eyed the boys' peeling and still-burnt skin. Meredith was going to kill me.
I should have just made up an excuse, right? I knew I was destined for an appalled look and a few brochures on the evils of not protecting children's tender skin. Why reinforce my well-known status as one of the "bad moms?"
Meh. I totally needed a nap.