My husband is taking his vacation in a few weeks. I wish we were traveling to some far away beach to relax. But we're not. Not even close. Instead, we are going to be working. Yuck!
Since the kids are too little to enjoy the beach, and we are too poor to stay at the beach, we will be working on casa Cakerwaker. We have many projects planned - building a new shed in the backyard, repainting the foundation on the house, having the living room and dinning room carpet professionally cleaned, and replacing the faucet on the kitchen sink. I am excited about updating the house, but I am dreading the actual labor. Actually, I don't know why I just wrote that. I am not going to be doing any of the labor. My poor overworked husband will be doing most of the hard work.
I feel bad that John has to work all year, and then has to work on his vacation too. Why can't we just win the lottery already?
Fortunately, John is also taking off a week in December. I am seriously considering going back to Kentucky for Christmas. My grandma is nearly 80, and she is constantly asking to see Izzy. I know this sounds morbid, but I am afraid that if we don't go back this year, she might never get to see my baby boy. So, I am trying to figure out a way to go back in December. But that sounds suspiciously like work too.