vacations end and spring feels like summer

I had a nice, long seven-day vacation from work last week. I never wanted it to end. Me and my hubby fantasized about being without jobs for the rest of our lives, living on love, movies, video games, and good beer-- having hobbies like lounging by the baby pool, getting magnificent coffee drinks each morning, eyeballing random reading material, baking brownies, and blowing bubbles. Ah- that's the life, I tell you.
Then reality set in, seven days passed, and we had to head back to work.

So I guess now we'll go and make the money to buy our brownies, bubbles, and the like.

I had a wonderful, much-need vacation to say the least. We spent three days in Savannah/Tybee Island. It was a great getaway, and very cool minus the sporadic two-year old tantrums, the fork-throwing incident at The Breakfast Club, and my time being stolen away from me on River Street, but hey.. he's two, he's a needy little whiny ass sometimes and there will be other trips. There will be childless vacations in the future! That's what got me through the agony of not being able to browse my favorite market place that first day.. sigh.

For the past few days, it has proven to be a typical hot Georgia spring - low 80's. I've been taking my little vacation-damper outside.. (joking! he made vacation fun and enthralling!) in the backyard and turning on the sprinkler, filling up the baby pool, and lounging in my chair, chilling.. feeling the breeze and hearing the birds chirp. Every now and then, he'll jump onto my tummy, rest his head on my chest and I'll tell him stories about Suzie the doggy. He listens intently and nods.
Life can be so sweet.