During a team meeting in early June, Jo casually mentioned that Debbie was going on vacation the end of June. The boys would go to respite care for the week. They said these things as if Coach and I were not their soon-to-be parents. We were like, WAIT WHY CAN'T THEY JUST COME HERE?
Jo: No, the paperwork isn't complete. The boys can't cross state lines.
Us: MAKE AN EXCEPTION. THIS IS CRAZY. THEY SHOULD BE HERE. WE WERE TOLD APRIL. THIS IS JUNE.
|This was the kitchen. I had to keep|
filling up the cooler with ice.
No space in the tiny fridge.
No exception would be made and Coach and I started to consider staying with them in a hotel just over the border of Indiana in Merrillville. So that's what we did. It makes me tired right now to think about how we pulled that off. I made a butt load of meals. Packed a cooler and a couple of boxes full of other food. Some meals were for this house and some were for the hotel. I brought books and journals and beach stuff and scooters so they could come on walks/runs with me.
|OMG how they loved the beach |
and playing in the waves.
We took them to the beach twice that week. On our first visit, the water was off limits because of rip tides. Coach handed them the bag of buckets and was like JUST PLAY IN THE SAND AND NEXT TIME WE CAN PLAY IN THE WATER. Larry looked at him blankly: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO?
They'd never been to the beach.
Coach took a few days off that week and he drove back and forth to work from Merrillville and I stayed the entire time. Curly came back with Coach for the 4th of July weekend. Remember the hotel fire alarm getting pulled? Well, we had two boys to corral while Curly tried to escape, gripping her air mattress.
|Mini helping Larry |
At least by now I was smart, whenever I called a hotel to make a reservation, I asked IS IT TWO SEPEARTE ROOMS? It was. The mini kitchen was a joke. It was a microwave and a tiny fridge. I'd pictured more of a full size fridge and a stove top, etc. Like an actual mini kitchen - not a college dorm room. The hotel had an outdoor pool. That was the selling feature for me. At least we had something to do on the days when Coach was gone with the car. I'm shuddering trying to recall how I survived.
I made them read a ton every day. Plus they wrote journal entries. Then we did fun stuff. Pool most days. When Coach was there with the car, we drove to parks and played basketball. I went for walks with them on scooters. At night I read Misty of Chincoteague to them. Great classic book about siblings catching a pony and entering it in a race.
When we did our learning stuff, I took on a squeaky voice and called myself Mrs. Peabody. Mrs. Peabody's motto: PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT. They found it hysterical. I tried to keep things fun. Oh, and we brought buckets of Legos and some other toys and coloring books.
I guess this is as close to a summer house as I will ever get. Not close. It was a crap hotel with a crap excuse for a kitchen and a bathroom with a door that was tough to open and close all the way. The place had a weight room and each morning we would go downstairs and eat the complimentary breakfast and haul some weights up to our room. I carved out space in the bedroom to do my FB videos while they played in the other room. Then we'd venture back down to the workout room to return the weights.
The boys wanted waffles for breakfast. The waffle machine was all set up but there was no batter. Our second morning, I asked the head kitchen lady if they'd have the waffle maker up and running at some point. People, this woman was a saint. She went to a neighboring hotel - like I said, she was the kitchen boss lady but little did I know that she was in charge of more than one hotel kitchen. She brought the boys back waffles and then she got the waffle maker going for the next morning and every morning after. How great is a kind person who goes that extra mile?
|Screenshot of our|
makeup lesson on duo.
One night I sat in the lobby while the boys were in bed and Coach was in our room. I did a duo call with the girls as our family friend came and gave them a tutorial on how to do Curly's makeup at National Championships. The girls recorded the lesson on an iPad and Mini took notes. The day after I returned from Merrillville, Curly and I flew to Arizona.
Yep, definitely tired just thinking back on it.