Last Thursday, I flew from Oakland to Las Vegas and then Las Vegas to Tulsa. Then, on Sunday, I flew from Tulsa to Dallas, and Dallas to Atlanta. On Tuesday, I flew from Atlanta to Phoenix, and then back to Oakland.

California, Nevada, Oklahoma, Texas, Georgia, Phoenix. And then California again.

By the time I got home, I couldn't tell you what end was up, what day it was, and who needed to be where. The good news is we made it to Friday.

While on the way to Oklahoma last week (while my husband was still in New York... or Rhode Island... or...) I realized that I didn't have child care coverage for Monday and Tuesday of this week. I called every friend and family member, and couldn't quite get it together. After sweating it out, I jumped online and signed the kids up for a week-long day camp through our park and rec department. The kids were unenthusiastic. My husband was even less enthusiastic.

"They will be outdoors ALL DAY."
"Oh noes! Like when we were kids! They might breathe fresh air and get some sunshine! OH NOES."

My blase' attitude pretty much ticked all four of them off, but whatever. Summer camp is better than sending them off to do hard manual labor in the mines, or military school, which were pretty much my only other options.

Guess what? They loved it. They came home exhausted and sunburned and starving and then they dropped like rocks. I feel vindicated. And also sad that one week is about all we can afford this summer. In short - IN YOUR FACE, NAYSAYERS.

I have so, so many wonderful experiences to share from my whirlwind travels. I need to get back into the blogging routine.