We do not exist in this world anymore. We exist in the world of the perpetual vacation.
We hustle on Friday to pack the Little House, pick up the kids from school and get the hell out of Dodge. We have spasmotic convulsions about 20 miles from home as the toxins of day to day life leave our bodies.
Our kids stop fighting and play together without issues.
We go for walks and spend 10 minutes looking at a spider web covered in dew, reflecting the gold of the rising sun:
We wake each morning and have coffee on a walk through a state park.
Then we return home, begin assimilation and immediatly pull out the calender and plot our next escape.
Our kids start fighting again.
I have to clean something bigger than 500 square feet.
There are plugs, and vacuums to plug into them for the “Loved One Who Must Have Clean Floors Every Second of the Day”. There are fund raisers, scheduled commitments, Boy Scout Banquets……….
Ameri-camp, take me away.
Oh, he does. We established that criteria long ago….everytime something hits the floor…”whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr” he grabs the dust buster. It is perpetual vacuuming here, all done by the man himself.
LOWMHCFESOTD should perhaps do his own vacuuming?