The boys were out of school, DH did not have to work (or travel somewhere) today, and I didn't have to go interview anyone.
I think the last time that happened we were headed to Wyoming for our Easter break.
We spent the day together as a family. We went into Salt Lake City where we bought a pair of shorts, sandals, and shirt for each of the boys and a blouse for me. Then we went out to eat.
We came home and cashed in the movie tickets DH was given as a lovely parting gift from one of his student's parents for Shrek the Third. (Mildly amusing but overall a bit of a disappointment). After a brief rest DH took the 8-year-old to baseball practice and I didn't have to go.
DH was asked to work graveyards through the summer, but we discussed it, I pointed out I wanted him around and alive, not working himself to death or risking his life for a measly $8.50 an hour at a truck stop.
He will still be working 40 hours a week at the second job. It looks like most of his shifts will be swing from 4-11 p.m. or thereabouts. But we are planning to bank as much of the money as we can to finish paying off some outstanding debts (student loans, anyone?) So he only has to work the one job next fall.
We may be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. But don't tell the car or the appliances, they are notorious for gobbling up any spare cash.
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Yes! I love those first few days of summer vacation, when anything seems possible and all is ahead of you. I love sleeping in just because I can. I love every little thing about it. Next week I start on the massive throw-out campaign.
I use to love summer, but not anymore, to me it means work, work, work in the heat, heat, heat. Also DH family starts to come out of the cracks and visit us. I have yet to see a summer without DH family staying for a few days or we attend a family reunion that last a week.
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