My Life Is A Half Empty Bottle Of Orange Juice

I had been gone for over 5 weeks and coming back to reality has been a big blow. I don't like a lot of what I have to deal with on a day to day basis (bills, toilets that were installed in 70's and act like they used too many drugs in the 80's, cleaning, debating whether or not to wear my new shoes and be ridiculed at church... you know, the usual). 5 weeks of vacation that cover a wedding, emotional break down, beach, Disneyland, Shakespeare festival, family reunion, and the awesomeness that is Waterton produce way way too many photos to condense in a single post. I feel like I am going through stress relief withdrawals (so...stress overdose? Falling of the "stress free wagon"?) so to ease myself back into life I will post the one random picture from the 326 photos that I have from the 5 weeks.

Background: Waterton is the most amazingly beautiful place on Earth and the ONLY place on Earth I feel no anxiety. The only down side is that everything is 114 x more expensive than in the real world.

The kids and I had gone for a walk and Livi was thirsty. We purposefully went to the most reasonably priced place in the village (meaning they only charge you an arm, but let you keep the leg) to get her a drink. She wanted orange juice. Ella decided she wanted an orange juice. I asked them to share, less I have to dip into their college funds. She was okay with that until Ethan decided he wanted an orange juice too. I asked him to share with the girls, and that didn't go over very well. Even though his face was screwed up and tears were falling I have been told very forcefully that he was NOT crying. Thinking about it I couldn't really blame him since I have seen the inside of the girls cups and I wouldn't want to share with them.

Ella decided that if Ethan didn't have to share, then she didn't want to share either. More tears were shed and I ended up spending $45 for all three kids to get their own orange juices (just an approximate price. I forgot the real total but I feel it was close to that).

We continued walking and made it to the playground where all three kids promptly ran off to slide down the slides and throw rocks in my general direction. When I looked at the table top where our stuff was sitting this is what I saw:

Ethan, who caused all the problems and cost me somewhere around $85 didn't even open up the much debated juice. Ella, who needed her own, took 1 sip. Livi, the only person I really thought needed a drink, proved me right (once again) and drank almost a third. We could have easily only gotten one. I'm thinking of sending them each a bill depending on how much juice was left.