Rob starts back to work Monday, so we decided to take a mini getaway to a well known water park in Niagara Falls. The kids had a great time, but I have to say, it's not my choice of a vacation spot. Far too noisy, far too crowded and way too many screaming kids, and that was just in our room.
After a day spent frolicking in the water park, (I hunkered down with a good book - I don't frolic) we decided to visit the falls to see them lit up at night. I'm not sure how, but we got totally and utterly lost, and spent almost an hour cruising around downtown Niagara, the Falls ever present in the back ground, but never seeming to get any closer. Lindsay expressed amazement at the number of TGI Fridays in town, and I had to explain to her that there was only one restaurant, we had just driven past it several times.
We finally thought we'd found the right road, only to end up at one of the Casinos. Rob was getting more irate and muttering under his breath. He's usually very calm, so the muttering wasn't a good sign. Meanwhile, Sid was almost inconsolable. She thought we'd never find our way back to the lodge, she didn't care so much about not getting home, but she'd left her souvenirs in the hotel room and thought she'd never see them again !
Grady meanwhile, was convinced that the reason we couldn't get down to the falls was because somehow, unknowingly we had crossed over into the US, and he was worried we'd get caught without passports. I tried to explain that we would have had to have gone through customs, immigration etc, but he was having none of it.
Of course, the more annoyed Rob became, the funnier I thought it was, which didn't really go over a whole bundle. He actually had the gall to tell me that if I had been driving I would have already pulled over and be crying at the side of the road. Bloody cheek !. We eventually made to the falls, took the requisite photographs, listened to the kids whine and moan they were cold, packed up and headed back.
I don't why, but at bedtime, Grady was all of a sudden concerned about bedbugs. I honestly don't know where he gets these notions from. He grizzled and moaned that he couldn't sleep because he was itchy. He kept turning on the light to see if he could "catch" the bedbugs on him. I told him the itching was due to spending almost all day in chlorinated water, but no, nothing would persuade him otherwise. Before long he had his sister going too, and the both of them were carrying on. The lights were flashing on and off so much, it felt like we were in Vegas. Lindsay was getting more and more pissed off and kept snarling at the other two, then Sid would get upset because Lindsay was rude to her. Honestly, I could have listened to all this at home for free. When I went to bed, I think Grady must have brainwashed me because I was itching too. By this time, I was seriously thinking I should have tossed them both over the falls when I had the chance.
Oh well, this is what memories are made of.
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