Today marks the start of my vacation. The kids are with their grandparents at the cottage and I have time to myself.
I don't count family trips as a vacation. Those are off-site work events, since there is still a ton of management and logistics to deal with. Last year's Disney was about making sure that Alex had a good time and this year's will be about making sure Nathan has a good time.
But for the next week, I can go to a museum and actually look at the exhibits. I can stay up until midnight and get up at 10, if I want. I can spontaneously go to a restaurant to eat. I can watch adult TV in the middle of the day.
As you can tell by my list of possibilities, I am a wild woman, living on the edge.