So yesterday we went to my mom’s school homecoming. It was the whole parade/craft table/hot dog stand/pony ride thing. It was nice but the girls got tired out pretty quickly. So we headed to my grandfather’s to visit and then to my grandmother’s. She seemed quite well after her surgery this week and really wouldn’t have been able to tell anything was wrong.
After that, Heather and I went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner while Mom and Dad stayed home and got ready for her reunion dinner. Heather and I spent the rest of the evening home. I actually spent the evening painting Mom’s bathroom and then started priming the kitchen. Mom and Dad were pretty shocked we were working hard on it when they got home around 11.
Today we all got up late and went to eat lunch with my Mom’s sister and family. We’ve been home ever since. I spent the entire day painting the kitchen. I’m not really sure why I wanted to paint, but I was definitely in the mood. They weren’t even planning to paint it this weekend and just picked out the color yesterday.
So somehow this made me realize that I’m not sure if my vacation is really lay-in-bed-all day-doing-nothing. I’ve felt really good that I’ve accomplished something. When I get home I can look back and say look what I did. I think part of it is I don’t get so much done I want to get done at home and on vacation, I can choose to paint a room if I want to and get it all completed. So somehow even though my muscles are sore, I’m tired and I have paint all over my hands, hair and clothese, it feels like vacation. Make sense to anyone?