We had a last minute trip down to Key West this weekend for health fair they needed Ryan to work. So the whole family got to go. (This is the one we almost got to go to last year until we all got pink eye and were banned. This year Ryan was supposed to be on call and couldn't go but they really needed him last minute when some docs canceled and some went to Haiti, so he got to go.) We debated trying to find a sitter so we could go without the kids. At 2:30 in the morning the first night when the kids were still screaming and climbing out of their little hotel cribs it was seeming like that would have been a better option. The next afternoon after three hours of the same while trying to get them to take a nap it was really seeming like a better option. It was a bit of a low point for me after a really rough week with the kids. I had a lot of thoughts cross my mind - like maybe I should go back to work and have someone else take care of my kids since it seems like I'm obviously not good at this. It even crossed my mind that maybe I should take up a drug habit to help me get through this time in my life. :) Then I realized we wouldn't have any money for my drug habit anyway. Mostly I felt really bad wondering why I even had kids when it seems like half the time I don't even like them and it feels like I'm always mad at them. Please tell me I'm not the only one that feels that way.
Luckily by Saturday night things looked up a bit and we had a fun time hanging out on Duval Street. Or entertaining Duval Street walking around with our spectacle. I did manage to get a "You're the hottest mom on this street by far!" from a really drunk man. Thank you. Out of all five of us that actually have kids out here. (And for the record I did not look hot - the lovely sleek, curled hair that left the hotel turned into a fuzzy afro after sitting on the pier to eat in all that humidity. I seriously looked like Diana Ross.)
I'm gonna go ahead and call it that Key West just isn't quite the happening scene Miami is though:
I mean, I get it that there are lots of old people there, but, hmm. Wow. (In case you can't see it too well, it's some large drunk woman who is probably sixty years old and was seriously shaking it - the footage I got hardly does it justice. Someone stop me if I'm ever 60 and doing that out in public. Please.)
We had lots of fun running around this pier and watching the waves crashing over.
Although I have to laugh at how un-observant men are. Ryan went last year and still said not to bring swimsuits, didn't think about bringing bikes, and when we were going out Saturday night I asked him if it was the kind of thing all the girls wore dresses to. He said no - jeans and a cute top (at least he tries to get it I guess.) Oh, so guess who shows up wearing jeans with boots and a jacket - and not only is everyone at the dinner wearing a dress, every girl in all of Key West is wearing a dress. I guess that's good if he wasn't looking at the women last year, but hey, if you ever go to Key West, don't wear jeans and boots. (Somehow he relayed the weather report totally wrong to me too, which is why I brought those in the first place.) So not only did I look like Diana Ross, I looked like Diana Ross ready for a snow storm and some hot chocolate. In Key West. Ugh. I hate it when I only see people from Ryan's work once in a while and that while happens to be a really ugly moment. Especially since they are all super trendy and fashionable. And have lots of spare money to spend on themselves. Am I totally insecure going on about this?! Sorry. I'm being such a girl. (Luckily you'll see I did decide to throw in a dress at the last minute so that by Sunday I figured it out. But of course we didn't see anyone that day.)
Moving on. Here's the "southernmost point in the U.S." marker. 90 miles to Cuba (closer than our house!)
Anyhow, the drive was amazing on a narrow bridge most of the way just surrounded by this:
Although I'd turn around and realize, yeah, I guess this is a pretty long car ride, huh?
Luckily the trip had a happy ending at least. Or, my children at least came back home with us if that's any sign of success.