Our vacation, by the numbers

8 - The number of people our condo slept.
10 - The number of people who actually slept in our condo. (Shhh...don't tell the owner.)
$575 - The cost for my half of the condo rent.
4 - The number of phone calls received daily on the condo phone from telemarketers. We learned to let my 7 year old nephew field these calls. He'd listen intently for a while and then say, "Um, I don't know you," before hanging up. He did excitedly exclaim, "Hey, we get free cable with all the channels!" once after hanging up.
9 - The age of my nephew who had to visit the ER early one morning with croup. Yes, he's too old for croup but it is my family.
12 - The number of times I've been to this beach town without anyone in my group ever having to visit a local hospital.
11 - The number of boxes of Little Debbie snack cakes my mom brought on the trip.
5 - The number of boxes of Little Debbie snack cakes my mom brought home from the trip. Proof that there can, in fact, be too much of a good thing. I love those little cakes.
3 - The number of different bedrooms I slept in on the trip. (Yes, I spent at least one night in each of the condo's bedrooms. Don't ask!)
4 - The number of people who slept in the living room on our last night there.
1 - The number of strangers in the elevator when my 7 year old nephew announced, "My dad's almost drunk." (That man's response? "That's okay, Buddy, we all are.") In our defense, there was no alcohol consumed by anyone in the condo...that I know of. Little Nephew just blurts out odd things at times. He made an awesome drawing of a dolphin...emerging from a cocoon...dropping into a punch bowl. Creative? Or just odd? You decide.)
1 - The number of hours Beth and BFF were allowed to be out of my sight before having to physically check in with me. I figured there wasn't much they could get into when they knew I'd be seeing them within an hour. It seemed to work. As far as I know, neither of them managed to do anything to permanently mark their bodies. (Although BFF did get a henna tattoo.)
6 - The number of jellyfish stings suffered by people in my family.
1,000 - The number of miles put on my van from the time I picked up the key from the condo owner until we pulled into the driveway Saturday night.
4 - The number of hours required by the ancient condo dryer to dry ONE load of clothes. And that was only if the load only contained normal clothes. If you added a beach towel to the load, it took at least 5 hours.
75 - The average temperature in the condo. No matter how low we set the A/C, the temp never lowered. At times, we were sweating while sitting and watching TV.
38 - The number of hours it took Elvis to get back to normal after having a seizure and needing his emergency medicine to stop it. That was 38 hours with a really cranky small child with no muscle tone. It was a looooong 38 hours.
2 - The number of naps I took. However, during one of them, I was sharing a twin bed with Elvis. I'm not sure that counted.
4 - The number of crabs caught by my brother and nephews. They stuck them in the freezer and ate them on our last day there. Yuck.
$56 - (plus tip) The cost of lunch for 5 at the most fun restaurant I've ever been to. Worth. Every. Penny. (This was the only meal we ate out on the whole trip.)
90 - The top speed of my van on the trip. I certainly didn't mean to be going that fast. I just looked down and saw it. I honestly didn't even think my van could go that fast, especially when loaded down with five people and their belongings, as well as a week's food for 10 people.
3 - The number of calls from my alarm monitoring company when my alarm went off at 3:30 AM.
1 - The number of really good friends who went to house at 3:30 AM to meet the police. (Thanks, L!)
2 - The number of police officers who entered my home and woke Alli and Boy Wonder when they arrived to find the alarm still blaring and a back sliding door half-way open.
12 - The approximate number of ounces of really cold Crystal Light I spilled on my sleeping nephew. As you can imagine, he didn't much like that. He kept screaming, "Why would someone pour ice water on a sleeping person?" To clarify, I didn't actually pour the drink on him. I spilled it on the counter and it dripped off the other side onto Little Nephew who was sleeping on an air mattress in the living room.
$3.90 - The lowest price for gas I found the whole trip.
6 - The average number of times per hour that my 3 nephews burped and/or farted.
22 - The number of episodes of the Gilmore Girls I watched during the week.
3 - The number of jigsaw puzzles worked by my mom, my brother, and me. We'd taken two with us and actually went out to buy the third.
$10 - The amount Mom and I spent at the Rescue Mission Thrift Store. I bought a $0.50 book in an attempt to entertain a bored nephew for a few minutes. She got two books for herself and a folding stool to keep in her car.
$12 - The amount we spent on gas to get to and from the thrift store.
3 - The number of books I read. (Three Little Words, Don't You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphree, and What Child is This. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will have to wait.

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4 - The number of days (including today) that I have off before summer break is over.