On the road once again, my husband, not me. It seems that I am always the one driving everyone else to the Flyaway, LAX and back, but never really going anywhere. I even help pack the suitcases that are not my own. Once again, I’m here…at home.
They say “home is where the heart is” and “home is where you hang your hat.” But no matter what they say; you never really appreciate your home until you come back from a vacation, probably needing another vacation. I need a vacation.
Of course my need for a vacation happens to fall around the time that everyone else is going on vacation as well. So, is that really a vacation? Going away to some tropical or weekend destination, just to find that everyone else had the same idea? It just defeats the whole notion of vacating for me. Getting away. Are you really getting away, if everyone else is coming with you?
So, I have decided that I am going on vacation. I don’t know where to or even when for that matter, but just the thought of it makes the mundane every day tasks seem a little bit less…well, mundane, because “Ha…I’m leaving soon.” No laundry for me, bill-paying, traffic jams (because there are never traffic jams on vacation, right?), angry holiday shoppers, deadlines, responsibilities and text messages. Just a place with sunshine, waves and a three course meal of pineapple, mangos and coconuts. I am not thinking of any place in particular just somewhere remote, away from it all with the smell of coconut oil in the air.
Mommy needs a time-out, that’s all…and a tan. I won’t be long…just a week or two or three, depending on how many pineapples I can tolerate. Dad is on the road (as professional guitarists usually are), and although it is not mangos, coconuts and sunshine for him, it is also not laundry, dishes and solitary confinement (maybe I exaggerate a bit) either.
I might even start packing my bags in anticipation. I am not sure quite yet what I will be taking with me, but definitely know what I will be leaving behind; bills, laundry, dishes, iPhone, Laptop and any other LoJack-like personal tracking devices.
From the looks of my iCal, my vacation probably will not happen any time in the near future (what else is new?), but I will still keep the thought of it in my mind. And if you or anyone you know needs help packing or a trip to the airport, I am not available. Perhaps I will be looking for a ride myself soon…one can only hope.
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