Isaac's next competition, and chance for new scholarships, is in Orlando next week. Since he is only 14 and can't navigate a big city on his own, he needs an adult to go with him. His father is the lowest guy on the totem pole so he is the last to get requested vacation time. We already took advantage of Aunt Mollie and Grandma on his competition in New York. Grandpa is still teaching school. No other extended family is available so I am going to Orlando. On an airplane. With a newborn.
So that our whole family's focus isn't always all about Isaac, we are continuing our effort to bring along at least one other sibling (the baby doesn't count). This time, it is Eliza's turn. I am looking forward to so much one on one time with my darling 12 year old girl. Also, I've never been to Florida.
I know! Florida!!! and all that, but I have such a bad attitude about it. First of all, we can't afford to go to Disney World or Hogwarts at Universal Studios. He is dancing most of the day, three of the six days we will be there so we can't spend all of our time at the beach. I'll have a newborn baby so we can't swim with the dolphins. And who goes to Florida in June? Without visiting the major attractions of the area? Who??
Me, that's who. The woman who wants to do nothing more with our money than build a house. A house with enough bedrooms for all of her children. A house with a fridge that doesn't freeze most of the food that is in it. A house with working kitchen outlets, a toilet that isn't sinking into the bathroom floor, and a house that holds still during a storm. Little things, I know, but that is what I'd rather do with my money--much more than using it to visit a hot and sticky city where I get to pay too much for food I don't really want to eat and a bed that is not nearly as comfy as my own 15 year old mattress.
So help me, dear friends. Give me perspective. I need a serious attitude adjustment.