My mom and I have always had this joke about when my step dad passes away that she will find a man named Lars to do all of her dirty work. If you catch my drift. Lars always seemed like the appropriate name. When I think of Lars, I think of a Greek God that can barely speak any English. All you would need to do it just point to the spot you would like lotion applied and Lars would oblige.
This Friday my family and I are headed to the beach (Cozumel). We will be there for five glorious days of drinking, boating, tanning and more drinking. And NO KIDS! Did I mention NO KIDS? NO KIDS! Now I love Piper and I know on day 2 I will miss her terribly, but Momma needs this vacation and she needed it a long time ago.
I have still yet to decide if I want to take Mark. Am torn about it actually. Why, crazy woman are you torn about this you may ask? Ya, I have no freaking idea. I guess my rational is who would not want to be with their husband on white sand beaches. Heck, if we can't have fun there then we are for sure done.
Then there is the part of me that would like to go there alone and reflect. Think about what I need out of life and unfortunately, I think it is to be alone - for a while at least. Any suggestions? Go with him or leave his butt home? Majority rules!