Back from the beach, back to reality. We had a great time, though. Spent almost all day Saturday at the beach, and it was wonderful.
Took DS to the doctor Thurs. because he still had his fever. Pedi checked him out thoroughly (even ran a CBC) and couldn't find anything except his respiratory virus. Said to give it 48 hours, and that's about when it finally broke. He seemed happy enough, but DC was a no-go, so I had to cancel DD's surprise amusement park trip. Oh well.
Loved the beach. DS was so little last year that he mostly played in the sand, but this year he ventured into the ocean and was delighted with the waves. Loved our suite--I am never going back to a regular room there. We had so much space, big deck, full kitchen, washer/dryer (great for getting sand out of our towels and swimsuits), and a tub so big that I could put both kids in it when we got back from the beach and they still had tons of room. (DD announced that she would like to live there from now on.) Heaven.
Got back yesterday afternoon and I even managed to get all of our laundry done and put away. And now Wooz is back to school, I am back to work, and DH is WFH because he fell out of the crawlspace last night (which is really the sort of thing I would normally do) and thinks he may have cracked his tailbone. I think he (hopefully) just bruised it, so we'll see what the doctor says.