Vacation was nice but the service here sucks.

I have to say that the service here sucks. I had a wonderful few days where people willingly made me an insane amount of food to choose from and happily took my dirty dishes away. IN the time it took me to eat my breakfast, my bed was made for me and fresh towels were laid out in a clean bathroom that I did not clean. Some time after dinner I'd return to my room to find my bed turned down and a chocolate placed on my pillow.

Since Sunday, the service has greatly declined. Breakfast was nice, and the dishes got cleared away swiftly. Lunch was fairly good, but when I was handed the menu there was these strange numbers next to the food items, and they refused to take my state room card. Same with dinner. THey did clear away my plates at least, but when I went to bed Sunday night, there was no sign of a chocolate on my pillow.

Monday, I had to make my own bed and get this: I had to PREPARE food for OTHERS, and if I wanted any, I had to get it myself. No one came to clear my plate, I had to take it to the kitchen all by myself, and then I realized, I was expected to wash them as well, and when I got out of the house not only did I have to drive myself to the donut store, I had to use these little green pieces of paper since no one is willing to use my handy cruise card anymore.

It gets worse. I had to venture to the bowels of my home to use a washing machine and a dryer and then was expected to return all the clean clothes to their proper homes, and if I wanted clean sheets, I had to do it myself as well. And if preparing meals for others isn't bad enough, I was forced to go out and restock the cabinets as well.

I'm getting by just fine, and slowly coming to the realization that my wonderful vacation is over. There is no miles of ocean to be seen from my bedroom window and I there are now much bigger uncertainties than "How windy/ humid is it?" or "where will my morning and afternoon naps be?"

BUT there is a reward in it all. Monday night The Boy announced he no longer wants to wear diapers. We have only had 2 small accidents, and none in his bed! He will be 3 next month, and for the first time in almost 8 years, my diaper changing days may be over!!!!

For those of you that didn't know: My wonderful DH sent me away on a short cruise tot he bahamas with my friend, leaving the guys to fend for themselves and our children!!! We left extremely early Thursday, flew form Buffalo to Ft Lauderdale, boarded the ship around noon, spent a couple days sailing, just a few hours on Princess Cays, got off the ship Sunday morning, where a friend picked us up, drove us around Ft Lauderdale and Miami before depositing us back to the airport and I was home just before midnight Sunday Night.

It was WONDERFUL while on board that ship I tell ya!!


me, on the left and my friend, S.

Have I REALLY changed my last diaper?

I've been changing diapers for nearly 8 years now! That is a LONG time, trust me!

I got home from my fabulous Mother's day Cruise with my girlfriend (More on that later) and kissed my sleeping children before crawling into bed with my dear husband late SUnday night.

I was awaken in the morning with an excited "My Momma! She's HOME!" My Momma! She's HERE!" Which was a great way to start my first full day back from, paradise (More on that trip in a later post).

I got my sweet kids all off to school on time, even getting all 3 of them a donut treat before school. It was great! Then I set out to do the banking that didn't get done and pay some bills that didn't get paid, coming back to start to unpack all the bags. Now mind you, I only took a total of 4 bags - 2 checked bags, my carry on and my purse, but DH took the kids away for a couple days as well, and each of the kids packed 3 small bags. That's a ton of luggage that invaded my dining room.

Anyway, I got each of the kids back home again, and went about the business of laundry and dishes, etc. and even managed to remember to cook and feed them all dinner! After dinner my sweet boy, who will be 3 next month announced. "I don't need diapers anymore. I a big boy!" And requested big boy pants. Hmm. Well, What's the worse that can happen? ANother load or two of sheets, etc on the already huge pile. I do not feel like arguing with my boy since I am still in a very relaxed mood, so I insist he use the potty one last time, remind him that he is not wearing a diaper and send him to bed.

We make it through the night accident free. I have a few errands to run and I have to take the boy with me, so every chance we get, I make him sit on the potty. He goes peeps every time. Hmm.

He takes a nap and wakes up accident free. We have one smallish accident when I forget to make him sit on the potty after yet another errand, but he remembers as he is going, and only gets his big boy pants and jeans wet, nothing else. I applaud his effort and give him a choice, but he chooses big boy pants yet again.

We go to my mother's house to celebrate her birthday, and we make it there (About 25 miles) and home again accident free. I make him go potty one last time before bed and he wakes up accident free yet again. He wakes up groggy, but hungry and insists that he does NOT have to go peeps, so I get him his breakfast, against my mommy instinct to have him sit on the potty anyway. He goes in his pants while eating, but I still applaud him for staying dry so long, make him sit on the potty to finish, and put fresh big boy pants on him. He must have stopped himself since it only took one paper towel to clean up and he is just wearing thin jammies.

SO now my boy is off to school in big boy pants. I sent in 2 changes of clothing, but since they make them all go potty about every hour on the hour I have confidence that he will be just fine!

I am very excited about this stage of life. DIAPER FREE!!! Imagine what I can spend that money on! Well, next month's allotment just went to more big boy pants. And a cookie at the "parking lot" for the boy. His request. I know he meant the mall, but he always calls it the parking lot. as in "Can we go ride the crocodile at the parking lot?" Translation: "Can we ride the elevator at the mall?" Not sure what goes on in that boy's head sometimes, but at least I can figure out what he means and right now, he means he no longer wishes to wear diapers!!!

Now what to do with the ones I have left over here......