I am on vacation this week, and I have instructed the office not to call me unless it is a dire emergency. Since I work with very smart and understanding coworkers, I am sure they will heed my plea. (Seriously. I have awesome coworkers.) I need this week off. We don’t have big plans and, mostly, I am organizing my son’s social life and getting him to and from swimming lessons, but that’s okay. Sometimes I just want to be a Mom with no other titles.
Today – our first ‘official’ day of staycation – was near perfection.
I took Joe to my sister’s home, where we could take advantage of her community pool. She – being the amazing Auntie that she is – packed a picnic lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and Cheeto’s Puffs and lemonade, which is near perfection for the 9-year-old. (Especially the Cheeto’s part.) And I got to admire her itty bitty baby bump and talk to her about her upcoming ultrasound, where she and her husband will likely find out the sex of their baby. Fun!
When my sister and I finally got into the pool to swim with Joe, he said this: “Why do you ladies always have to have a conversation?” Oh Joe, you have much learn about women!
Tonight after heating up leftovers (hey, I’m on vacation – don’t judge), I went out to water some flowers and inspect the gardens. I don’t know why I feel I need to inspect the gardens most nights, but I do. I guess it’s the farm girl in me – I like to see the daily progress and also keep a good handle on the weeds too. I found much to delight in tonight!
And after my garden inspection, I cozied up in my porch, with Earl the Pug at my feet, with a wonderful glass of wine. On a Monday night. Because I can. And because I’m on a staycation.
Bliss.
