Summer Plans

For some strange reason known only to God Himself, I was up early today.

No alarm.
No where to be.

Wide awake.

I entertained myself by watching mindless television (are there really any fans of The View out there?), attempted to remove the acrylic from my nails (no amount of YouTube videos can help with this one), and cleaned our bathroom with straight-out bleach (no sense saving the nails at that point). I have sang karaoke to the cats, fishtail-braided my hair, and made a run to the post office that conveniently passed by a Starbucks.

Thus begins my summer vacation.

Last year summer was all about my dad. What I would give to be making that long drive back to spend just one more month of June with him. I would stay longer and worry less. I would watch NASCAR and westerns and let him try to explain C-Span to me just one more time.

And yet here we are in a different year. Time certainly does march forward. This summer I will say good-bye to the middle and launch the youngest on her final high school year. I will welcome visits with the oldest while the husband and I learn to live with what is becoming an increasingly empty house.

I will clean out bedrooms.
I will conquer Windows 8.
I will take back the front porch.

And you better believe, I will be sleeping late.

It's how I do summer.