I need a vacation. A real one... preferably at the beach.
We haven't been on a vacation, other than short trips to visit family, since 2005.
It's time.
Unfortunately, Uncle Sam doesn't share my sense of urgency... We still haven't received the tax return we've been expecting for eight weeks. Everyone we know who e-filed their taxes has received their tax return. Our accountant double-checked, and everything is correct...
But we're still waiting.
I was mad for awhile. Now I've just grieved the loss and moved on. Here's the reality: We still have time off work, but the closest I'll come to the beach is sitting in Snuggles' sandbox.
The good news is my Mom and Dad (let's be honest - mostly my Mom) have agreed to watch Snuggles for the week. So at least we'll have a break from parenting... time to relax, put our feet up, and focus on being a married couple.
Since we can't go on the vacation we had hoped for, here's my plan for staycation:
My goal is to read the entire "Hunger Games" trilogy...
And go to bed without setting an alarm...
And to sleep every morning until I wake up naturally... which might be noon.
And to go to the bathroom alone. *Ahhhh*
Until I became a mother, I never understood what a luxury it is to poop in peace.
Here's to vacation!