Vacation

I am of two minds when it comes to traveling.
I love to go.
I love to come home.
The sheer amount of time we'll be zipping hither and thither this Summer is, quite frankly, making me a tad weak in the knees. Or making my knees knock. I'll have to research appropriate idioms.
Yesterday we received the happy news that Michael made it onto the team that will go to Denver to show off for college coaches. He is bursting with pride, as only a teenage boy can. Our consideration now is whether we ship him off with near-strangers for a long weekend with other Ego-ridden young lacrosse players, or do we go along ourselves. Personally, I think we should go for the fun of it. If we leave the other munchkins home with my sister, perhaps we could even enjoy some quiet couple time. Maybe. Michael is working to earn the money he needs to finance his rather expensive LaX habit.
The trip to Hawaii is really standing as the axis of our Summer. Everything else is spinning around that. My shopping, for instance. Gone are the trips to TJ Maxx for home decorating. Now I sit enthralled before the computer virtually shopping for swimwear, and merrily filling my "shopping cart." As If. Swimwear shopping should only be done virtually, in my opinion. Especially when you are knocking on the door of your 40th birthday.
Which reminds me...My Birthday Month is June. You'll want to plan ahead.