The place we tried to book in the Ozarks rejected us because they don’t want people with small children at the resort. I immediately perked up because it’s extremely flattering to be rejected for being “a young mom” at my age. What I don’t understand is who’d want to go to a place with no shopping, no nightlife, and nothing to do except eat, walk and sleep if not families with kids. Before I had Klara I wouldn’t be caught dead at such a place.
It’s ok, though, we found another place. The only problem is that there’s nothing for a hundred miles around I can feed to the extremely sensitive N so I’ll be cooking up a storm. The cabins are gigantic, with two bedrooms and picnic tables for each family. They look a little like the Soviet wood cabins we loved going to and that weren’t bad at all.
We are going to be eaten alive by mosquitoes there, won’t we?