You know you are in desperate need of a vacation when going back to work on Monday means you actually get to sit down and rest a bit. And you look forward to being AT WORK. How wrong is that?!
This weekend was tiring. Aside for the usual we had swim lessons, trips to the park, bike injuries and a puking Beanie (he was up Saturday night throwing up. He managed to initially miss his bed, only to then heave blueberries all over the floor. That was round one. Round two and three he did not miss his bed. I was scrubbing the carpets and doing laundry and washing Sawyer down at 1 in the morning while Ken slept...yeah, that seems fair...) So today I am cumulatively tired. Beanie woke up earlier than usual this morning after tossing and turning at night, ticked at the world because he FINALLY was hungry and wanted to eat NOW by golly! He has hardly ate all weekend--I could not get him food fast enough.
So today I am sitting at my desk wishing I was sitting on a beach. I have a lot of friends who are on vacation this week at the beach and I am a teensy weensy bit envious. I have not had a real vacation in SIX YEARS (no offense to my family-- but Ohio isn't what I would call a vacation destination...). My toes have not touched sand or seen the surf in over SIX YEARS. It pains me.
Dear Beach,
I miss you. Don't give up on me.
Love,
L
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