Taking a week off smack dab in the middle of the summer, barely unpacked in a new home and with a 10-year-old and a 7-year-old by your side every minute of it really can't be considered a vacation. Yet it's the one I've got. Perhaps the weather will cooperate and I will be able to sneak off to Silver Sands Beach Club for an afternoon or two, although this hasn't been the most comfortable summer on record in ol' Connecticut. We'll see. In the meantime, amidst the unpacking, fixing up of the fixer-upper, the familiarizing myself and the kids of the new surroundings, etc. I still hope to feel as if I am somehow in vacation mode.
This is how, I believe, one can go on vacation without going on vacation:
1. Sleep. (Again, with two small children...oh, and a dog that's getting snipped on Monday...this might be hard to come by, but I have already posted the memo on the 'fridge.)
2. See a minimum of one movie at the theater. (I'm torn between "2 Guns," starring Denzel Washington and Mark Wahlberg, or my crush Jennifer Aniston's "We're The Millers.")
3. Finish reading my summer book pick, which was "picked" in May and begun in June. (It's called "Indescretion" and there's something somewhat "Great Gatsby" about it.)
4. Swim naked.
5. If you drink often, don't drink; if you never drink, have a few pops. (The former is the case with me, so a dry week it'll be.)
6. Avoid confrontation. At all costs.
10. Envy your dog.