The Lazy Days of Sommer

I've decided I need a vacation, not going anywhere, but a vacation from the mundane, the chores, the obligations. I'm not stressed out, or needing to get away from anything (or anyone), but my body has been moving very slowly lately, and its time for some rest. In place of going to the grocery store, Wyatt and I are going swimming. This is a big deal, because there is barely any food in our frig. Fresh produce is consisting of baby carrots and a baggie of cherries that are getting mighty old, and really need to be thrown out. Our breakfast will consist of Pop Tarts and Eggo waffles. Our lunch, PB and J. Because there is no going to the grocery store on vacation, and I'm sure this is one of those times the Church has told us to be prepared with food storage, right? Hamburger Helper with canned veggies anyone?




I'm sleeping in and not waking up at 6 AM as I usually do. Who wakes up at 6 AM when they are on vacation? Poor Byron will have to have some lonely mornings, but for the last few days, I haven't even heard the alarm go off.

Now, I will say I haven't completely let go of my dreams of getting the mother of the year award. The floor did get mopped and the laundry did get washed yesterday. And though I don't mind folding the clothes ever since the creation of "Tuesday Laundry and a Netflix'd Movie Day," I would much rather teach my friend Sula how to make her blog pretty. Because, you see, I'm on vacation, and I do things that I want to do, rather than what I have to do. Speaking of which, I plan on scrapbooking everyday this week. I got started on Saturday, and haven't been able to stop! I love that!
My typical workout routine has been thrown out the window. That was the sign that I needed a vacation. Last week, my motivation to workout for a measly 40 minutes was at ground zero. Of course that could be due to me devouring 6, yes, 6 slices of the most lovely homemade bread from my sweet visiting teacher, Sister Lata, an angel grandmother from Hawaii that I adore and hang on every word. Did I mention I devoured 6 slices, all in one day, after weeks of barely eating any bread. I think it put me in a carb coma that I'm still stuck in. But, see, I'm on vacation, and you just naturally eat more on vacation (even though the vacation didn't officially start until yesterday and the bread incident was over a week ago!). Part of my workout routine is walking the dogs briskly through the park for 20 minutes. Duke and Da Vinci wait, oh so patiently for me to get my fanny out of bed, and then look at me with sad eyes. "Will you take us today, Mother? May we go on our walk today?" they say, tails wagging, ears perked. But there are no workouts on vacation, so the dogs can just go swimming like the rest of us.
So if you need to find me, I will be at the Buhecker Resort Pool in the mornings and the Christoffersen Scrapbooking and Blog Creation Center in the afternoon. Come on over of YOU need a vacation, but don't come looking for chores to be done and any workouts to occur. I'M ON VACATION!

*As a side note, I ended up making the Hamburger Helper, but with lean cuts of venison and spinach, topped with mozzerella, and it turned out quite lovely, so I'm back in the running for the Mother of the Year award, so :P!