Vacation, All I Ever Wanted....

It has been a long time since we had a proper vacation. Last year, the King, Prince and I went up to Gurnee to Six Flags and we stayed at this cool indoor water park/hotel called Key Lime Cove, but it was only for a few days. I don't consider that a vacation.

I'm talking vacation. You know, the kind where you buy new clothes and make sure your hair is all pretty and you get a pedicure before you leave. The kind that requires air travel. The kind that when you arrive at your destination someone will hand you a drink with an umbrella in it. Vacation.

I would give my eye teeth, an arm, a leg and maybe my left boob to have a week (or two) on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean. WITHOUT MY CHILDREN! Not that I don't love them, I love them to death. I love the baby so much that today I considered pouring ketchup on him and eating him. But I need to have some grown-up ALONE time with my husband. We need to talk about something other than the baby's bowel habits. We need to talk about something other than the Prince's enormous appetite and how we worry he'll end up one of those people that require heavy machinery just to leave their house. We need to have fun, just the two of us.

Fat chance that this dream vacation will ever happen. And if we did go, we'd probably just talk about baby poop and count the days until we could go home. But I can dream, can't I?