Thursday, July 26, 2012
But TMOTH and the kids insist that we go on vacation so I go 'cause NOT going seems like a recipe for divorce and/or Bad Mama of the Year Award nomination. Plus, deep down, I'd like to be a person who wants to go on vacation. Someone who "recreates." (Is that the verb form of recreation? 'Cause it seems like it should be.)
So this year, I think I'm going to take a different approach. I'm going to try to do more reflection- on the best parts of the year, on the things that will make me strongest in the year ahead- and less focusing on the stuff I think I should be doing. No thinking about how I should be doing vacation differently (More chasing kids and building fairy houses! More vegetables and fewer Pringles!) or work or house stuff, or the zillion and 2 projects that need doing...I'm going to think about my books and I'm going to watch my kids play on the beach and I'm going to toast marshmallows every freaking night if I want to. I'm going to eat ice cream and sleep late and maybe do Yoga where I can see the water even though it means that people will see my 42-year-old Down Dog, which is not pretty by any means.
I'm going to have the most badass Vacay I can put together. I'm thinking there will be many, many Coronas involved.