A Vacation Ain't Really a Vacation

I just got back from a weekend trip to The Mall of America with my mom and daughters. I had a great time, but I have to say this: The next time I go to a "mall" for vacation, I'm going with my girlfriends and the kiddos are staying home!

My husband decided to stay home, so I had to watch over the kids by myself. My mom loves the girls, but let's face it grandmas are for fun-not well balanced meals. Making sure everyone ate more than just french fries at every meal can be stressful. I was the one that took all the potty breaks (never for all 3 girls at the same time). The one that rode the rides when Abby was too short to ride by herself. The one that carried all the bags. The one that took the girls to the pool while Grandma stayed in the room and took a nap.

Jesse not coming with meant I had to do all the driving. I'm not a big fan of driving in the first place, but add in a trip that takes 4 1/2hrs, construction, and rush hour traffic? My knuckles hurt from gripping the wheel so hard.

There were highlights, though. The aquarium was amazing (it's the Pisces in me). We liked it so much, we went twice. And, of course, my favorite part, I got the book "50 Shades of Grey." :)

But again I say, next time I take a shopping vacation, I'm taking vacay with some ladies who know how to shop for more than Pinkalicious coloring books!