After a busy and exhausting July 4th weekend, it's official. Summer is half over.
Okay, I'm better now.
I am what you'd call restless. If it were 2 degrees outside, I would blame cabin fever and trudge on. But it was 80-something today and gorgeous. Kiddos splashed in the baby pool for 2 hours this afternoon while I read and had half an ear in my iPod. Ahh, summer... right?
I'm hearing about people who are going here on vacation, or going there. There are people I know and friends of friends who have pools, boats, lake cabins or some of all of the above. We have The Other Woman. Not quite the same thing. And Mother Nature hasn't been supplying much wind on Hubby's free days, so she's been pretty dry. Not that you would catch me on her EVER.
I admit it. I'm green with jealousy.
But we don't have any kind of grand summer vacay planned this year for a good reason. We went to Colorado and skied for Hubby's 30th birthday (and visited amazing friends for THEIR birthdays) and we need to save some days until this winter.
You see, when we went to the home show in the Big City, I randomly filled out whatever drawing cards I could find. Hubby asked why.
"One of these days we're actually going to win something," I told him.
And gosh darn it, we did. A trip to Orlando and Daytona Beach. Seven whole days in Florida sunshine that we are squirrelling away for when the mercury drops and the snow flies.
That's what I keep telling myself. It'll all be worth it...
It's no cruise, but I'll take it.