Since I went back to work, 2 1/2 years ago, I have grown to hate this question.
Now my vacation days are full of doctor appointments or family trips.
BUT - - gone are the days that Max is excited about sitting in Dr. Chanin's Blue's Clues Thinking Chair....
Gone are the days of a stay-at-home mom of little boys....
My baby Jack will be 17 in a month. He is never home because he drives and has a job...
Monday, he flew on an airplane for the first time......to Budapest, Hungary...for 12 days.
The red suitcase is mostly full of empty space, 13 t-shirts, and a couple of shorts.
The black suitcase was packed by a youth leader, not Jack, and contains 50 pounds of powdered paint in baggies....much like drugs....and Jack was instructed, by the mission trip leader:
"they will ask you if anyone else packed your bag. You say 'no'..."
Thankfully, I found this funny...going on a mission trip and lying to the feds....
My baby Max will be 15 in two months....driving...
He has passed his mother in intelligence. He gave me a complete History lesson at the 3rth of July celebration.
Being a homeschool teacher/mom, I should have responded proudly:
"I'm glad you paid attention to my teaching."
But instead I was: "Really?? where the heck did you learn that?"
Gone are the days of feeling the need to provide educational playtime, worrying if he will wander off at the 3rth of July concert....
What is not gone? Max's fascination with destruction...explosions, taking things apart to see how they work.....burning things with a magnifying glass...
I needed some summer days...DESPERATELY!
So Friday and Saturday, I did nothing but read a book.....one of the best books I have read in a long time!
I donned my Esther Williams swimsuit and lounged in the backyard for two days. I was transported to Germany during the late 1930s and early 40s. I laughed and cried as I became another character in the book. I had not lost myself in a book, in years. I entered 2014 only to go in the house for water or break for lunch with Max.
Today, as my heart pounded because I was nearing the end of the book, I needed to stop for water. I ascended the steps to the back door and noticed my neighbor had been watching me through parted blinds.
I told Jeff, "the weirdo is looking at me, in my bathing suit, and probably wondering why I would walk around the backyard without a cover-up!" Jeff responded with an obligatory compliment. I rolled my eyes and went back to my backyard blanket, and a riveting story.
Later, my phone buzzed with a text. I paused my running from the Nazis, to see who might be trying to contact me. It was Jeff and he had sent an image....
I turned to look at the house, and Jeff stood proudly in the window.
Gone are the days that I need 2 months of nothing. I have thoroughly enjoyed my two days of summer and am ready to go back to work, on Monday.