Tonight I took a bubble bath and read a magazine in the tub. Admittedly it was a June 2009 addition of Cookie Magazine that has sat in our bathroom for 3 years now (back when I had time to read parenting magazines ;) lol). And of course by "read" I really mean "skimmed", and by "bubble bath" I mean a few of Jet's leftover suds were still in the tub when I ran the water for me. But nevertheless...for 10 minutes I slipped into a carefree zen-like state.
Less than one article in...momma-hood called, and I was out and I can't complain...cause tucking this little guy in bed is the best job in the world.
And it was nice to relax for even 10 minutes. As a child, I never understood the phrase "We're gonna need a vacation from this vacation!"
I kinda do now.
Cause when you vacation big...you don't really do it to relax...you do it for the fun, the family time, the memories, the experience.
And we vacationed BIG.
Like venti-decaf-iced-mocha-big. Oh yeah. Big stuff.
Actually, our vacation was even bigger than that.
We arrived in sunny CA without a hitch, ready for everything we had planned, anxious for the fun to begin, wondering if it'd be everything we'd hoped it would be...
And after one day of the breeze, the beach, and the beautiful feeling we had from just being there together...
...we knew it was.
And we couldn't wait for the rest of it.