It's late and my eyes are blurry.
No, I didn't go see Eclipse and just get home.
I'm just up.
Plus, I have to pack.
8 days worth.
Hub already has his backpack filled.
Seriously, men can get away with 2 pairs of shorts and a swiss army knife and they're good. No one notices their clothes, their shoes, or if they went a day without using the flat iron.
In my delusion, I don't need a suitcase.
I have so much disposable cash that I buy a whole new wardrobe on vacation.
At like a normal-ish place like a surf-ski shop, not those casino stores. I don't do glitter and pleather.
But, vacation doesn't mean all-you-can-eat, beaches, and cosmos by the pool.
Psh, I wish.
It means getting all the bills in order. Making sure I don't miss sports deadlines because two of my offspring want me to be a soccer mom again. It means trying to straighten up so we come home to a clean house. Arranging for mail pickups, money goes into the bank, cat gets fed people food rather than that dry lucky charm crap.
When we finally get to our destination, the keys are picked up....THEN we have to unpack, go grocery shopping, keep the condo clean, make sure the kids don't break stuff or scream at us too loud, cook meals.....
Anyone want to come be our lifeguard/cabana boy/chef/babysitter?
Sometimes I wonder what part is actually the vacation. Not being at home?
What does vacation even mean? ...Googling it.
leisure time away from work devoted to rest or pleasure
Okay, since my kids are my work, then I'm technically still working next week while my husband enjoys his vacation.
Yay for you honey.
I knew I should have been the bread winner. Damn D+ in Econ.
So, some of us are on vacation.....and..... Shit. I'm the lifeguard/cabana boy/chef/babysitter!
Dude, hubby...that's pretty damn sneaky.
Luckily we'll have family to hang with, especially those from AZ that we only see about twice a year.
The weather is supposed to be lovely, score point two.
The condo has a blender.
My brother-in-law likes to gamble. And drink.
The condo has a pool.
The air is cleaner at 6000 ft.
Hubby will be sharing the kid-load.
The condo has internet and hub is bringing the router for wifi.
Okay, vacations can be cool.
I could still use the cabana boy though.