I'm on vacation. Staying at home this year, for a number of reasons, but I'm totally fine with it. I had great plans--getting the Christmas cards out before the 24th... catching up on my reading... emptying the laundry baskets once and for all... housetraining the dog... losing 10 pounds... working out daily...cooking nice dinners for the family... just reveling in the fact that I don't HAVE to be anywhere.
And then... there's reality. The laundry basket is never empty. Ever. The books sit there, taunting me with their words. I have gotten to the gym, but the pizza and beer appear to be offsetting any progress I have made. And the puppy is poopy.
I still have 3 more days. Maybe I can FORCE myself to relax!