The Dick Dock beckons, oh wait, I'm already there.

Here we are fresh from our trip to NC only to whisk ourselves off to yet another destination. This will be our third year in a row to Provincetown, MA where we stay with our dear friend Susie Q and her family at their lovely historic home on Main Street. There are no other towns to compare it to and it is pretty near to being a utopic society. In the morning we frequent the nearby coffee shop, hang out at the town beach sipping tea and coffee and prepare for the day as we wait for the other adults to wake up. Then the possibilities are endless. Do we go to the beautiful beaches, the nearby hotel pool, or check out the "Critter Cruise"? If only every day can be like this...

I mean, don't get me wrong. Tomorrow I look forward to a morning of stumbling out of the bed gesturing to Chris to help Emmett out of our bed because my back is killing me. Before I even pee I rummage through our kitchen desperate to eat something. After usually settling on cereal it dawns on me that Jack has to eat and that Emmett's diaper is so full, it's resembling a pillow strapped between his legs. So I argue with Jack about how he can't have crepes or blueberry pancakes from scratch every morning and I wrestle Emmett to the ground to have his diaper changed. At which point my cereal is soggy and I still haven't peed. Chris is preparing his gourmet coffee using the Chemex method and is scanning through his Google Reader. This promptly leads to me bitching about the dishes in the sink from the night before and banging things around so that I can make my tea. Jack starts to eat his frozen, now toasted, organic blueberry waffle and wants to know if we are going to do "something fun today". I choke down my vitamins and eye the computer, but feel too lazy to switch from Chris's account to my own. Chris gets in the shower and I try to address the "fun" plans for the day and unless the plan involves a museum, beach or a zoo I have to then address the issue of how to deal with disappontment without screaming or whining. Chris is now getting dressed for work and I finally pee and shower myself, sometimes simultaneously.

While it may be hard to believe that the glamorous morning above is readily shunned for the mornings on the Cape, I've already started packing.