Holy Moly, Rocky, were there mosquitoes out this weekend. I swear, there were so many mosquitoes out I think they would have literally carried my son away had they been given a chance. We all stayed inside at one point because of them. My sister, who was actually in a totally different part of the state, said she thought she might need a blood transfusion due to blood loss from the suckers! Okay. Maybe it wasn't really that bad, but it was certainly not pleasant and I have the mosquito bites to prove it. How was it where you were?
I was really impressed with my son today. He took a 3.5 hour nap on the way home. Considering the car ride ended up being about 7 hours, this was quite impressive. It helps he didn't sleep well last night and didn't take a good nap yesterday. It also helps that he has been so busy running around and playing all weekend. The more impressive part is that I had to wake him up at that point because it had gotten late enough I didn't know if he’d sleep tonight if I let him sleep much longer. Makes me wonder how long he would have slept on his own.
I have determined that, while I love going out of town for different things, I dislike coming home. There are several things that play into this dislike. But the one of which I am discussing today is the laundry. There is a ginormous pile of laundry to do now. Plus what didn't get done before we left. My house is seriously in danger of being taken over by the laundry at the moment. I’m really hoping to have it done before it does. Wish me luck.