vacation

It's vacation week in my house and you know what that means:

The laundry is still in a heap in the basement;

The kitchen sink is piled high with dishes from who knows what meal or midnight snack;

The floors are crusted with sand so that it's like walking on the beach;

The refrigerator is completely empty except for take-out containers and week-old leftovers;

The garbage is begging to be taken out;

And the dog keeps looking at me as if to say, "when will you people leave so I can get a little shut eye?"

But

We played games and watched movies until the wee hours;

We walked along a real beach;

We ate breakfast in a diner and sipped cappuccinos in a cafe;

Daisy made a "Happy Thursday" cake complete with rosettes;

The dog got more love and attention than she's had in weeks;

And we laughed and laughed and laughed.

All in all, I would say that's a pretty fair trade.