Dudes. DUDES. I am just worn out. Things are a little but crazy, but not bad crazy. I'm just ready for a break. In a few weeks, The Targo, Nathan and I will be headed out to Virginia to spend a week with my dearest Amy and her family. Really, this cannot come soon enough.
Fortunately, the weather is beginning to break in Chicago (I say that with snow/sleet potential in the air) so perhaps my crabbiness will subside. Being outside always cheers me, no matter the season. I'm particularly looking forward to this spring, summer, and fall because Nathan is a runner! He's so ready to GO. Our time at the park should be very different than it was last year.
The Targo and I took Nathan to the zoo last week (I have zoo issues), but there are so many other things that we'd like to do this summer: Movies in the Park, baseball games, several different zoos, and possibly swimming. Nathan has never been in a pool.
All of this "vacation planning" makes me want to go on a really big vacation. I keep telling The Targo that I'm antsy to travel again. So is he. Recently, I've caught him (several times) investigating cruise and vacation packages. The planning, as silly as it sounds, makes me feel better. At the same time, I wonder when I became such a malcontent.