Right now I am wrapped in my housecoat, rinsing out my four year-old’s barf bowl every 20 minutes, and drowning in laundry.
in three weeks’ time I will be sunning my doughy thighs on the beach in Maui.
I have really learned a lot these past few years about embracing the moment, being more present, and not wishing the days away. However, today I am dreaming of what will be, since what is…is kind of soaked in vomit and I am ready to run for the hills.
My plans for Hawaii include: sleeping in, tanning on the shore, reading 14 novels whilst having Steve shovel spoonfuls of shaved ice into my gaping maw, and did I mention sleeping in?
I am beyond excited, and am wondering if anyone has any good book recommendations for me? Have you read anything amazing lately that would be a good vacation book for me? Do tell!