It should've been the Youngest's prom on Thursday followed by our super fab holiday on Friday. Four nights in New York, 2 nights in Boston and a road trip to the Acadia National Park.
I'm feeling like I should be gutted.
But in actual fact I think if you'd given me the choice between a two week holiday to somewhere fabulous but with two kids who don't like to get out of bed before 2pm and an OtherHalf who likes to argue with them about it... or 12 whole weeks of a slower existence with no rushing about, no alarm clocks and minimal deadlines combined with mostly the best weather we've had for years I actually think I would have gone for the latter.
Without the global pandemic obvs.
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