I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow but, apparently, Coffee and I both need to remain gainfully employed in order to enjoy future vacations together while living in a home and eating food. This seems patently unfair.
It’s nice, at least, that I have a job that I enjoy – no, of course I don’t enjoy it as much as I enjoy the sleeping late and eating junk food and playing Tetris that I’ve been doing all week. Also, my husband and I don’t just hang out together, having little conversations, during the weekday. But, all things considered, I have a decent job doing something interesting. I’m grateful.
It’s going to be harsh, tomorrow, to wake up to an alarm clock in the early morning. Ooof.
I am so grateful that Coffee and I were able to afford to send the kids to camp. So grateful that we were both able to get time off during the week. And so grateful that we were able to spend that time together, hanging out, doin’ stuff we like doin’. We had lovely weather. We had good health. We had snacks.
I am also grateful that we still like, and love, each other enough that we both wanted to do this – that we have a good, happy, solid relationship where the idea of spending a week together, alone, is still an awesome AWESOME thing.
I’m grateful that Maymo’s face was okay and that he didn’t need, or want, to come home from camp early. I’m glad he had a good time and made friends and did neat stuff.
It’s been a really, really awesome week.