The Windy City

We made it back from Chicago about nine oclock last night. Boy am I tired. I got up and went to work and then came home and went back to bed and just got up a little while ago. Chicago was a beautiful city. I fell in love with all of the old buildings and the city life. I would encourage everyone to go visit there and want to plan a trip with my husband and kids to go back and see it on OUR schedule. We went through everything so fast that I have no idea what I actually saw. I was so busy counting boys heads to make sure that I didn't loose anyone that I really didn't have time to enjoy the museums and such. I did love the cruise down lake michigan, other than the pouring rain. We went to Millenium park and that was really pretty. I must say I am glad to be home and only watching after my two children. I was the only mom that got assigned other children to watch and I ended up having three boys that I was responsible for and that I had to room with. I learned more about farting, arm pit hair and other bodily functions then I ever had the desire to learn. There were thirty nine of us and most of them were girls. I never knew that eleven year old girls drank cappachino, we had to stop at every starbucks we saw. I was amazed by that. If Trey was remotely innocent before the trip I know he is not now. Those girls were very forward, wanting his phone number and taking all kinds of pictures. One girl even mooned another girl and they were showing the boys the picture until we put a stop to it. It left me wondering what I had really signed up for. I am not use to girls and their voice is so much higher then boys that it was really hard to be in a bus with lots of little drama queens for so long. The kids all got along really well and were just being girls and boys I just wasn't use to it. I could tell a big difference in the kids that had finished sixth grade and those that were getting ready to start sixth grade. That one year seems to make a big difference in maturity level. I don't know if I am ready for all of this. I failed to be a cool mom when I feel asleep on the bus ride home with my head over the arm rail going into the aisle. I woke up to find a boy taking a picture of me and all the kids snickering that I had fallen asleep and was snoring with my mouth open. (Sorry Trey, I really tried not to embarrass you). Almost all the kids were taller then me and that was a really weird feeling also. At one point, one of the dads grabbed me by the shoulders to move me off the curb and when he realized it was me he said I am so sorry, i just saw a little person standing there and didn't want you to get ran over. Gee Thanks. Rooming with three boys for four nights was quite an experience but it didn't compare to trying to get all the boys on and off the subway during rush hour Tuesday night when we went to the White Sox/Yankees game. Trey met alot of new friends and I noticed the little girls have text him several times today, Lord grant me patience. We had a wonderful time and I will post some pictures once I get the energy to load them up.