What Do You Do In The Summertime?

I dream of tiled bathrooms, fresh paint, and sewing projects. Yes, sad to admit but the entire time I was on vacation I was thinking about work. More specifically, my rest and relaxation made for perfect quietude in which to mull over the many projects left undone, not yet started, and screaming for attention. If you're wondering why I get obsessed with projects right around The Fourth (such a funny way to refer to a holiday), join the club. And that would be the "My wife is crazy" club. But I've always been that way, want proof?Visit 2007's entry.

The synopsis of my vacation goes something like this.

While I was envisioning what could be done with the upstairs bathroom I...

boarded a plane headed to Indiana and listened to Mason hum Raiders March the entire way. As soon as we settled into our seat belts we realized our entire row had broken T.V.s -- so we busted out the coloring books before tears set in.

When I started brooding over where to transplant the much-too-big sage bush up front I...

watched as Cooper struck up a friendship/hero worship with a new friend. I have to say, this little 10-year-old was a very gracious host and shared all his toys with my son. All of them. So darling, so sweet, so kind. I can only hope my children will act this way when they are 10.

As I chawed on ideas for new items for my etsy shop I...

attended to a much needed kiss on my little Mason's rosy cheeks. Boy he's cute. But grrr... he completely regressed on the toilet training front. Completely. Which forced me to go to Wal-Mart during our trip. Where I found white wine in the baby items aisle. Only in Indy, or Wal-Mart.

Because I couldn't stop thinking over my plans for Mason's birthday party I...

examined his intensity. He colored and colored and colored. Be it Indy or home, that boy needs a crayon in hand. Perhaps he should have an art party?!?!?!?

Of course my thoughts turned to the loads of laundry I would have when I got home so I...

enjoyed the fact that none of us did any laundry at all. Especially the jokers in the hammock. Was funny to see Cooper do a 360 flip in this thing, not once, but twice. I'm such a good mom.


For only a fleeting moment I deliberated the upcoming deadlines for sports registrations and concluded I don't know what we should enroll in, but ...

swimming was, is and always will be on the agenda. Cooper loved his nervously exhilarating ride in the tube.

I tried to tell myself I wasn't sweating over the messy rooms back home as I...

purchased another set of LEGOs. It had to be done. All I'm saying is sans LEGOs, my boys go through withdrawals.

Drapery rod choices hung heavy in my thoughts as I...

watched Cooper cast a fishing rod and catch three fish. Or the same fish three times. Not sure about those little fish. I also extracted my first fish hook, while grasping onto that quickly expiring fishy. Blech. I predict more of that in my future and I have mixed feelings.

As I tried to arouse ambition in myself to return to a regime of gym time (on account of Italian Beef, Elephant Ears, and Funnel Cakes) I...

laughed my butt off watching Mason fall in love with these be-moths (or big fat grubs). He was advised not to name bait.

Inspiration for new projects and longer lists crept up on me at every turn and so did...

the end of our trip. It seemed it was coming to an end from the moment we set out. Time really does zip along when you're having fun. Well, except for that little part when Mason took a hiatus from toilet training and pooped on a dinning room chair. That was agonizing. But other than that, we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Bye Indiana, until next time. Which, I might add will be here -- we want to return the unending hospitality.