Before kids, my husband and I would try to escape the winter cold by doing our own little mini Spring breaks. South Beach was our favorite. I'd pack my XS bikini top (snort), the tiniest bottoms I could find, a little scrap of a dress and off we'd go. We'd stay out all night, sleep in until noon, and then roll out to the beach around 1PM.
Well. THINGS HAVE CHANGED, PEOPLE. And these changes have resulted in a decidedly different Spring Break uniform:
BAM. Because vacation or no, my kiddos get up around 6:30AM. And can you guess how long I can stand to be in a CONDO with two boys under the age of 7 before I lose my mind?
9AM. If we're lucky.
(And if we're in a run-of-the-mill hotel room, I change my answer to 6:37AM.)
Which means I'm on the beach bright and early, and, typically, freezing.