My boyfriend and I felt bad when we cashed in the change from our son's little blue piggy bank to go towards our weekend getaway instead of putting into his savings. "Well," I so naively said, "technically this money is still going towards him, because this vacation is definitely for him and not for us." The getaway was to Orlando, a short drive for us, and the niave part was me not knowing just how much this was NOT going to be a vacation for us. It was hot, hot, hot, and that is coming out of the mouth of a native Floridian. Our son is not good when he is off his routine, even if we are in 'the funnest place on earth.' He desperately needed a nap the majority of our time at the park. What he wanted to do, we had to do. "More water. More play. More Tigger. More Pooh." you get the picture. There is no reasoning with a two year old. After all, we told ourselves, this vaca is more for them than us. We ran that kid ragged. (our six month old followed). We played in the sun, we played in the pool. We played with pooh, we played in Lego land.......and that son of ours STILL skipped on up to our hotel room with no intentions of ever crashing. Even though he woke us up today with a five am wake up call of bouncing on our ever-so-close bed, "daddy up!" Even though we, ourselves, were about to pass out standing up. I brought this computer, brought board games, planned on watching tv....all stuff to entertain us while we were stuck in a hotel room with two sleeping children.......um, sure don't need any of that when you both pass out at 9:30, a whole ten minutes after your kids do!