There are no hidden places.

I know. I shouldn't be writing on vacation. But writing is my vacation so...

I am kind of overwhelmed by the number of family members here.

I am also overwhelmed by the fact that out of the three of us "kids" I am the responsible one.

In the past three days I have been the:

Coookie Maker
Baby Seat Fixer
Internet Provider
Babysitter
Cleaner
Driver
Fixer of doors
Opener of doors
Shopper
Photographer
Film Critic
Fixer of bad Photos....

there are three more days and i have yet to be Beckett Hughes. I can't even go to a place to escape the Cinderella load.

There is no fairy godmother or prince charming. There is just me juggling numerous amounts of responsibilty on Summer Vacation.

It actaully hasn't been that bad though. As long as i can get a few moments of peace and quiet.

The whole gang is back together which i guess is why it is so hectic. How do you manage in three days to look back fondly on what spent 7 years to make just right.

It's weird, and lovely, and kind of so wrong it's right. Even though i'd rather be on Vacay with Chevy Chase and his family at this point.

I think someone is calling my name, apparently you can add exterminator to the list. My brother ran like a girl when he saw the biggest bug in the garage. We are waiting for our grandmother to go to sleep so we( and by we i mean me) can hunt it down and kill it, she kind of thinks we are going in the garage to wreck havok on her washer machine so we have to wait.

Tomorrow the beach.

Beckett