1. If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen that I was at the Arizona Biltmore last weekend on my first trip away from the kiddos. Ryan had to go to Phoenix for work, so I selfishly invited myself and tagged along to have my own private mini-vacay, while he was busy with lawyer stuff. I saw him for a grand total of about 25 minutes collectively from the time we got to the hotel on Thursday afternoon until we left on Sunday morning, so I can't really say that I was vacationing "with" my husband, but I was vacationing "close to" my husband (and that's good enough for me!). Although it was not much of a vacation for him (womp, womp). I, however, had a marvelous time lounging by the pool with a prickly pear margarita, dining on room service every night, watching movies in bed in my jammies, sleeping in, taking long naps and going to bed early every night (do you sense a theme here?). It was really one of the most relaxing trips I've ever taken, as I had no where to go, nothing to do and no one to hang out with. I even read a whole book! I really should vacation by myself more often.
(Actually, I didn't even get him a camper...I wrote him a check and told him to go get his own damn redneck camper if that's what he really wanted. I'm super romantic like that.)
Product Scout for Savvy Sassy Moms. Each product I received was awesome and deserves its own post, so next week I'll be posting all 5 reviews on the blog. Consider yourself warned...Review Week will make you want to immediately go out and buy all this stuff.
4. I finally caved and jumped on the essential oils bandwagon. I am seriously such a sucker for peer pressure. No, I will not be using them to treat illnesses or replace actual medicines (because...science), but I have two dirty germy kids and a high medical deductible, so I figure it can't hurt. While I have no clue how smelly oils are supposed to help with allergies or headaches or anything, I'm willing to give it a shot. However, I still kinda believe this is all a bunch of hippie voodoo magic that you have to actually believe works for it to actually work and thus my skepticism will prevent the oils from working their hippie voodoo magic completely, making this a self-fulfilling prophecy that they won't work for us. Things that make you go...hmmmm. Anyway, I got a starter kit and a diffuser and have been filling my house with the smell of lavender, lemon and peppermint. They smell lovely, although I can barely stand the aromas without wanting peppermint ice cream or lemon cream pie or lavender sugar cookies or vodka lemonades. I will probably be the only person in the history of essential oils to flunk out because they made me too hungry.
5. Yesterday Mac told me that he loved slugs, grasshoppers and rocks all the time and sometimes he loved me, just a little bit on Saturdays. So there's that. At least tomorrow is Saturday.