I'm on vacation. Again.
Yes, it looks a lot like I'm just vacationing instead of working and in some respects, that's what I am doing. For about 6 weeks of this summer I have had to work 1 day every other week... so the rest of the days I have been playing with my children.
This morning I got up and went for a run. Then we hit church and ate breakfast. I was looking forward to some well deserved RnR on the beach, and gazed longingly at my book from over my coffee cup. Yep, I was going to sit down and chill.
"Mom, can we go for a MTB ride?"
Yep, just let me change.
"Mom, can you swim with me?"
Sure, I just need to put on sun screen.
"Mom, let's build a castle."
All over that like white on rice.
"Mom? What's on the other side of that sand dune?"
Only one way to find out.
I had a thought this week about how vacation isn't about rest and relaxation for the adults. It's about the kids getting unlimited mom-time, and holy exhaustion. It's almost 9pm and all I can think about is that I'm going to go pretend to read until I fall asleep with... uh, hang on...
my kids want to know if we can go star gazing with D'Dad.
Sure kids, seems like a great night for it.