Right now, as of this very moment, I am on vacation.
Man it feels good to say that.
I'M ON VACAAAAAAAAATION!
We're visiting New York for the week, and although I would be perfectly content to waste my hours away laying by the pool, we have at least one thing planned each day. I tried my hardest to outline a trip itinerary to make sure we didn't miss an opportunity to do something simply because we thought we'd have time later in the week and never got around to it.
But, well, apparently I'm just not an itinerary type of gal. I fall somewhere between planning and chaos with a dash of spontaneity.
Which apparently translates to a scrawled list of notes and dates jotted in pencil on the back of an envelope buried in the folds of my purse. Right next to a teething ring, a gas receipt and my cell phone charger.
Of course I'm most looking forward to spending time with my family and friends, but there's an arts festival and an outdoor jazz concert and a girls-only outlet shopping trip in there, too. Plus, Jerry and I even get to go out on an actual date and eat a meal that isn't spent trying to talk to each other in between taking turns picking up toys that have been launched from a high chair to the floor. Just typing that made me pee a little.
I'm not sure whether I'll have the urge to write regularly throughout the week or whether I'll want a break from blogging too, so I'm going to leave that up to whatever mood strikes me.
But, either way, I'll be back soon.
Vacations never last long enough.