We decided to stay at two different hotels this weekend, just to be wild and crazy.
Friday night we stayed at Great Wolf Lodge in the Poconos, which is still one of my favorite places on earth. We all love the waterpark, but I also love seeing the little kids bobbing around in the wave pool and screaming as the tipping bucket pours down on them and eating junk food and roaring down the hallways and sprawled out in the lobby playing their Nintendos and iPads and iPhones and Kindle Fires. Pretty soon Samuel and Ethan will be grown, and I'll have to go by myself, and won't that be awkward.
Saturday we crossed four state borders in four hours--Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, and Connecticut--and checked into the Stamford Marriott. The good news is that the hotel has been renovated since we last stayed there. The bad news is that they "renovated" away the whirlpool from the pool area.
Fortunately, the pool was almost 90 degrees, and if you kept your butt pressed up to one of the warm water jets, it kind of seemed like a whirlpool.
We had a late dinner at the local IHOP--we were the last patrons at 9:30pm, so apparently it is NOT a Saturday night hot spot.
This morning the boys and I swam for another hour while Jennifer shopped by herself at Target. Amazing that it took us 22 years of marriage to figure out how to optimize everyone's happiness that way.
Sunday night...back in Manhattan, bloated and exhausted and with no clean laundry, just in time for Monday.
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