I've been really depressing and somewhat negative lately. That post I put up yesterday was pretty darn harsh and almost downright scary.
What is THAT about? God, you'd think I have a brain in my head or something.
Anyway! I opened up my email this morning and guess what I subject line I saw on one of the forty-five emails that have accumulated since last night?
The OurLastName Walt Disney World Vacation
WE'RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!!! WOOOOOOT!
Okay, we're not actually going to October. But you guys know how I like to plan stuff, right? And you know how I get all these big, huge ideas and then just go nuts with them? Well, over the weekend I was driving home from visiting my grandmother and I thought about how fast life really passes us by and other sentimental crap and I decided that life is just to freaking short, you know? My kids are nine. In ten years they'll be off at college or whatever.
And by cracky, we need a vacation.
I then determined what Jason's reaction would be, which would likely be as follows:
"I have to work."
So I thought to myself, "Self, we are going whether he goes or not."
And I hate to be that way, but dude. We can't let our lives pass us by because he's at work.
Much to my delight, he agreed that he could take a week off in October, when the children have Fall Break from school and as soon as those words left his lips I was on the internet booking the vacation.
I will not obsess over taking time off work.
I will not allow my husband to obsess over taking time off work.
I will not worry about my fat body in a bathing suit in Florida.
I will not worry about the money we spend on this trip.
I will go and have a kick-ass time with my family. And be grateful and thankful.
Also? Since it's five months away? I'll probably talk about it way more than I should.