I’m Going On Vacation Tomorrow and I CAN’T WAIT

The last three weeks of my life have been extremely overscheduled.

This is due to a whole bunch of factors I won’t bore you with, but many — okay… most — of those factors were of my own doing.

Taking on too much being one of them.

But also, tomorrow morning I am leaving for a two week vacation with Number 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.

And don’t worry. My husband isn’t coming and will be home, so I haven’t given pillagers an open invitation to loot my house.

Knowing that I was going to be leaving tomorrow, I packed a whole bunch of stuff into this past week so I could get it done and leave knowing I didn’t have a buttload of things hanging over my head waiting for me when I got back.

Trying to get all that stuff done in addition to four day swim meets the last two weekends and a triathlon for three of the kids this morning, I am shot.

And I am so looking forward to this very much needed break.

We are going to my happy place.

I am looking forward to no triathlon camp (even though we loved it) and no swim practice.

I am looking forward to spending undistracted time with my kids.

I am looking forward to being in the moment.

I am looking forward to yoga on the beach.

I am looking forward to taking walks and riding bikes and eating ice cream and playing cards and boogie boarding.

I am looking forward to early morning runs.

I am looking forward to walking to the pier with my parents and the kids.

I am looking forward to recreating this picture 3 years later.

I am looking forward to this walk to the beach.

I am looking forward to reading books.

I am looking forward to going straight to the ocean before we even check into our place.

It has been three years since I’ve taken a serious vacation, and I have worked my ass off to be able to give myself and my kids two weeks away.

And I can’t wait for tomorrow.

It’s going to be awesome.