Miami

Last weekend I took a little mini-vacation away from the family and flew to Miami to see my friend Sam. No, I didn't know the Superbowl was going to be there that weekend. American Airlines started non-stop flights to Miami just this last fall and I used my credit card points to buy the ticket, so getting there was a breeze. Jeremy took over kid and house duty while I had a little adult fun. There's nothing like a little all night dancing and drinking to make you realize how old you've gotten. I don't mean just age either. Having children and no babysitter or family to help can age you a few years too. I still woke up by 8 a.m. because of habit, but at least I got to just lay there in her snugly, quiet bed. I have to say, though dancing and kicking ass at playing pool was fun, my highlight was all the great food. Sam took me to eat Peruvian, Caribbean, and Cuban food. Not only was it some of the best food I've ever eaten, but I got to slowly enjoy it without the distractions of my own children. These places were cheap too, and thank god for Sam who spoke Spanish and could order for us, because I had no clue. We spent the day in South Beach on Friday. The driving there was absolute culture shock. People drove with no road rules, everyone honking and driving over all lanes. The pedestrians were just as bad. We almost hit an old man with a walker crossing the middle of the street, in the middle of crazy traffic. He didn't even pause. Just walked right into the street (not at a crosswalk). Saturday we spent most of the day visiting with Sam's friends and family who I haven't seen in a long time. It was such a nice visit that I was sad to go but also ready to hug my kids again. I made it home just in time to watch the Superbowl on T.V.

Of course life isn't without balance, so when I got home I was faced to deal with a broken water heater. By Monday water had soaked our bedroom and closet floor. Between being on the phone with the water heater people, the plumber, and our laundry room door falling on Bailey, I managed to loose the water heater manual. For some reason the company seemed to think I could diagnose this issue on my own. I never got the instructions they said they would e-mail, and I had to knock out more drywall to get the screw driver in to take off the electric panels, only to find out I can just shut off the breaker instead. We are now going on day 2 without hot water and I haven't showered since Sunday morning. Eww! As soon as Jeremy gets home I'm going to the YMCA to workout and shower. I never did find that manual that I did have in my hand for an hour before I lost it. Jeremy and I traced every step I took around the house with no luck. It's so bizarre and it absolutely is driving me insane! It can't just disappear! Doesn't matter now. Plumber dude is going to have to replace it anyway even though it's only three years old (still under warranty thank god). We should have a new one by tomorrow. Should. Back to old school boiling water for the dishes and Foster's bath. Foster was so cute bathing in the kitchen sink. At least we will save a little on our water bill.