Palm Springs Part I

I lost my voice on the day we left for Palm Springs. In fact, the closer we got, the less voice I had. We hit a lot of unpleasant traffic so it took 3 hours to get there. And by the end of hour 3, my voice didn’t exist. Stress always is the start for me. I don’t understand why some days my stress levels are higher than others. It’s not like I deal with deadlines or angry clients, it’s pretty much the same things I deal with day in and day out. Children. Feeding children. Dressing children. Disciplining children. Children’s homework. Children going potty. Bathing children. Babysitting children. Driving children to school. Playing with children. But apparently if you throw in a few unusual items into the mix, it’s just enough to make me go a teeny bit insane. And with insanity comes pretty much the worst thing I could lose with three children. Can you imagine what it’s like to whisperyell at 3 children? Not fun.

Despite me not feeling fantastic we managed to have a great time in Palm Springs. The kids got to swim Friday night after dinner, all day Saturday and then again on Sunday. They were little prunes by the time we left. Aaron picked up a Justin Timberlake-esque fedora which I have since coveted. Here’s a few, okay a lot of snapshots, more to come.

palms  1796palms  1792

                      palms  1801          palms  1781

palms  1782

palms  1777palms  1778

palms  1783

palms  1784

palms  1800

Advertisements

One thought on “Palm Springs Part I

  1. my fav are sawyer in the last 3 with the fam….his faces are hysterical, he couldn’t crack a smile could he!—tati

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s