Vacation Day

So I have a vacation day coming up. That is, I've asked Greg to take a day off of work so I can concentrate and do some "me" things. Coincidentally, the day I've asked Greg to take off is my birthday. :) Here's my schedule for the day so far:

A.M. - Sleep as late as humanly possible. Considering my body's natural rhythms and being a mother for almost 3 years, this will probably be 7:15 a.m. That's okay, I'll take it.

Go for a run? Yes, I would choose to do this on my day off. I'm insane.

11:00 a.m. - Hair cut. It's been long enough -- 13 months. I think I can get a haircut now.

Lunch out by myself and a trashy magazine? Sounds interesting...

2:15 p.m. - Massage. Swedish Massage. With a lot of pressure. Cannot wait.

P.M. - Perhaps order sushi and Thai food. And maybe break Lent and get some cupcakes.

Sounds heavenly, doesn't it? I mean, it's not every day you turn 34. Yes, 34. I have one year until lots of stuff changes. But I can hardly imagine that my boobs can drop any lower at this point.

Notice I have nothing scheduled with my children on my day off? Considering they are my full time "job", I suppose I'll be available via phone for emergencies. And I will pop in occasionally to nurse Nate. Can't shirk on everything.

Darn.