You see, I have had the strong urge, dare I say, impression, that we need a family vacation. A real one. Not a trip to see family where we come home more exhausted than when we left. Not a trip with extended family. That's next summer at mom and dad's timeshare. A real vacation where the WE Holmans are with themselves for some small-family-of-four bonding.
We were in the semi-firm planning stages of a wonderful, thrifty, memorable trip to Washington, DC this fall. We have both always wanted to go there. Instead we paid grad school tuition.
Worth it? of course. Sad nonetheless? of course.
Our life is stressed and busy right now while we adjust to W's new study schedule and my ever-changing work schedule. But then there's this urge.
The urge that makes me calculate how cheap we can go to Disney World for at least once a week.
The urge that makes me figure out if I can drive to Dallas by my lonesome to see my dear friend.
The urge that makes me want to never eat out again so we can still go to DC and yet still make it to Kauai next summer.
sigh... like I said, I need fall to come and refresh my soul!