Red Faced

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.