Spring. The days are getting longer. The weather is nice. It's almost pool season. Every year, it inspires me, and makes me crazy all at the same time. Suddenly...
I want to go on vacation. A long road trip, with all my boys. To the beach, or somewhere beautiful.
I want to repave my driveway, and extend it so two cars can park, and create a sidewalk leading to the backyard, where we can hide the ugly trash bins.
I want all new windows, and door, and garage door.
I want to paint the outside of the house.
I want to paint the inside of the house.
I want to go to the pool every day the weather permits.
I want to build the master closet and get all new carpet for upstairs, and change the bannister/half wall thing we have going.
I don't want to work.
I want a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a bird. But mostly a puppy.
I want to lose 30 lbs, despite being pregnant.
I want to eat ice cream everyday.
I want to go for a walk every night.
I want to rid my house of every unnecessary item, and have a massive garage sale, in perfect weather.
I want to get away, with just Matt, for 2 nights, before our fourth child arrives.
I want to meet our fourth child.
I want professional, family photos taken that are beautiful, unique and exactly us.
I want to move to a new home, with higher ceilings.
I want to enjoy my family, every minute of everyday.
...but instead, I will spend my entire Summer working. I work 27 days in a row. Mostly 10-14 hour shifts. And of the 3 months/92 days that are Summer, I will get 18 of them off, if I am lucky. And only 4 full weekends. So, like I have for the past 2 years, I will just spend my lovely Summer wanting, and accomplishing nothing. With a few days at the pool in between.