Sleepless Nights, Island Daydreams
Sleep?What's that you speak of?
Vaguely familiar with the term.
It's no surprise.
All this is coming up....
I'm shopping for island wear.
I'm starting to write out the kids' school and activity schedules for grandma and grandpa.
I'm picturing myself in the crystal blue waters swimming with Nemo, Dory, and Crush.
I'm debating whether I'll wake at 2:45am on vacation to drive to Haleakala with my husband to see the sunrise atop a volcano. (I probably will...I think)
I'm anticipating the body wrap I have scheduled at the Westin Maui.
I'm looking forward to gaining 3 hours of precious couple time.
I may possibly be obsessing on how this may turn out like an episode of LOST.
I am afraid of Others.
I hope Sawyer is on my flight, and calls me "Freckles."
I'm hoping and praying and desperately begging that the days are long and the memories are held on forever.
So there are just a few things on my mind.
Probably why I can't find slumber.
I'll sleep on the plane.
Maybe.
Something to Look Forward To.
I'm distracted.Something is preventing me from sleeping lately.
It's not a good feeling when at 4 am you are up, eyes wide, and the quiet is deafening around you.
Your head spins with stuff.
Bills. Deadlines. Appointments. Schedules.
You want an "off button" but the switch is broken.
I turn on the iTouch, the light is blinding even on the lowest brightness.
I surf around on Twitter, Facebook, email.
Nothing helps.
It's too early to get up.
I would hate to wake a kid and have them up, cranky, and sharing in my insomnia.
It's the time of year that I would have gotten away for a long weekend with my girlfriends for a recharge.
That isn't happening.
I need recharging.
I begin to plan in my head the trip that I've been waiting to take for years.
My hubby and I celebrate 15 years married next year.
We need to get away. Just the two of us.
For a week at least.
To recharge.
Maybe that's it. I lack something grand to look forward to.
Aside from the holidays that are creeping in.
Ready for something all about us. Remember US. Came before the kids. Gets lost in the shuffle most often.
US needs to get away.
.....
Forget sheep, I need to count palm fronds to lull me back to sleep.
Hammock in the sand.
Mai Tais.
Waves crashing.
Warm ocean water.
Just him, just me.
Us.
Something to dream about...
Cabana Boy Wanted, Inquire Within
I really should be in bed.It's late and my eyes are blurry.
No, I didn't go see Eclipse and just get home.
I'm just up.
In.som.ni.a.
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.
THEN.
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.
Anyone?
