I've been looking forward to this since I bid summer vacation adios last August. But somehow I think I have misiniterpreted the whole summer vacation thing.
Monday morning came bright and early as I hit the floor running to head off to swim practice for my son. Then it never stopped till late last night as I...
- sat in the rain for sons swim practice at 8am
- took him to get his haircut
- sat on the phone with insurance companies recording statements of my accident on Saturday
- cleaned both kids rooms
- threw away 6 bags of trash
- started cleaning my room {still in progress}
- made lunch for hungry kids
- added chemicals and cleaned the pool
- washed, dried, folded, and put away 2 loads of laundry
- unloaded, loaded, unloaded, and loaded the dishwasher
- baked 3 dozen cookies for swim meet
- attended first swim meet with my son {that chaos deserves a whole post of its own - coming soon!}
- visited with my parents
- put cranky kiddos in bed
- crashed in my own bed!
But, I have yet to get a taste of this whole "vacation" part!!
