I’m not a quitter by nature. I’m quite the opposite, actually. I love to work. Mediocrity is for people who just don’t have enough determination. Half way is incomplete. Obsess over the last detail. Sweat the technique. Finesse the final move. I’m entirely goal-oriented, and as a rule put forth my absolute best effort into everything that I do. I’m not satisfied with good enough. I’m a do’er, an early bird, a work until all hours and get shit done kind of woman. And I love it.
And while this dedication is something that drives me to do more, it is also something that drives me crazy. I’m DONE. Not in a bad way, but more in a, “I need a hot vacay, drink in hand, lots of food, super fun with my family, away from computers and work” kind of break.
My husband and I got married 8 years ago this year. So that was the last time we had a vacation. It seems like everyone else around us travels. Extensively. Winter get aways, March Breaks, summer retreats…all the while we have been renovating, diy’ing, painting, moving, demoing, packing, unpacking…I suppose our travelling has taken us from our backyard to our front yard, and all through-out our homes.
We’ve had kids for almost 7 years now, and short of the 7 months I went back to work while pregnant with our son, I’ve been home. Picking up toys. Doing laundry. Cleaning. Bla bla bla. You know how it goes. And I’m not complaining about it. I love to be at home…
But, what I really need at this point is for someone to do the work for me. For one week. I don’t want to put away laundry, or tidy up my towels, or make the beds. Or cook. I want someone, anyone, to do that for me all the while I’m on vacation somewhere hot. Somewhere decadent. Somewhere that caters to the adult in us, with some style and luxe and glamour for me and my husband, but also indulges our kids and their inherent need for fun and play at the same time.
We’ve secretly booked a holiday for the four of us. Termed ‘PROJECT X’, the kids have no idea about it. And I think I might be the happiest person on earth! The idea of not working for one week makes me so elated, most days I feel like I’m going to explode. But if I did, I’d likely have to clean that up, so that would be counter intuitive. Maybe I’ll explode once we get there, and let someone else clean it up…
Enjoy Your Moments with the Ones who Make Your Memories.