So I'm technically on vacation this week (and the next 5 weeks to come).
But don't start hating cuz it's not awesome at all.
"Vacation" does NOT mean relaxation, going to a fun destination, eating some amazing meals, or even getting a little bit pampered with a mani/pedi.
"Vacation" means packing up years of accumulated crap in boxes, wrangling endlessy with a 'strong willed' toddler, and dealing with contractors who are walking all over my naturally accommodating and compliant disposition. Man do I hate conflict. So much so that I may have been known to let contractors charge me an extra $500 for stuff that clearly, according to the contract, they should not.
We are moving into the new house in T-8 days and it is FAR from fun.