In the interest of full disclosure I will admit that when I read your post this morning I felt jealous. Yep. Actually jealous. I felt worse when I realised I will probably be 50 before I get to have a holiday like yours. And while I am glad 50 is almost 20 years away I am sad that a wonderful holiday such as yours is also nearly 20 years away. This is a really complex issue.
Don't get me wrong. I am happy for you and KJ that you are living the sweet life. Lord knows you could use a break from all that auditing and KJ certainly needs to take a breather from all those bomb checks.
Anyways, as I was feeling sorry for myself I went to the park and put Baby on the slide and he looked so goddamned happy that made me feel better. Now I am home and Doggy and Baby both appear to be sleeping the sleep of very contented creatures and look adorable so I thought to myself, suck it up bitch, your life is alright. But then I thought to myself, hey so what if this life is sweet, wouldn't lying on a beach, swimming in the Carribean and drinking sundowners also be sweet? Why wouldn't I want that also. God! So complex!
Right now, you feel like this woman (though obviously you guys are not in business suits)*:
I can't even remember the last time I punched the air. Though I do remember when I deferred uni this semester I ran to the car where LB was waiting and jumped in the air and clicked my heels. I guess that is almost the same thing. But usually I would have to say a visual representation of my joy feelings would more closely align with this:
And that's cool too. Better than feeling like this I guess:
*It's true readers, yesterday K sent me a picture of her and KJ doing exactly this.