Feb 25, 2006 07:35
So, remember how a few months ago I was musing about my upcoming 30th birthday, and how I really should get my act together and *plan* something for once? Well, as of today, we're two weeks away, and I haven't planned a blessed thing. [constant refrain]We don't have the money to do anything major.[/constant refrain]
My aunt asked me the other day what I'd like to do, and I said, "What I'd really like to do is go away for the weekend, but I know that's not going to happen!" (I did this the first year that Jimmy and I were dating - we just drove up the coast a few miles and stayed in San Clemente for the weekend, and it was relaxing and lovely. Ah yes, I remember how I used to do relaxing and lovely things ...) My aunt looked at me in that way of hers and said, "Well, I don't think I've ever gone away for my birthday, and I'm 50!" (She's 56. Snark.) I think she was disappointed that I chose something that she couldn't be involved in or make happen for me. The good news is that now that we have the custody order in place, we can predict what weekends Ericka will and won't have the kids, and that weekend they're supposed to be gone. That will be the first full four days off we'll have experienced under the new mandate. Yay!
I know that it's still not too late. I'm sure I'll think of something.
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