If only every day were Monday...

Ok, maybe I should say that if only every day this week were like Monday.

Yesterday flew by. I got to work and before I knew it I was driving home, and no, I didn't leave early. In fact I left kind of late. I was busy, but suddenly the day was over.

And today was ok, but it kind of dragged in the middle. I was very busy but still found myself clock watching wishing I was on my way home.

Anyway, I hope the rest of the week gets done quickly because on Friday we are out. of. here.

It you are a regular reader of crumleydotorg you will recognize the fact that it is summer and July is quickly approaching. Summer + July equals Lake Martin! And this year we leave on Friday and do not return until 10 days later. That means:

9 days of relaxing by the lapping waters of the lake.
9 mornings of Albert's eggs, biscuits, and me snitching bacon.
10 days of Fuller being spoiled by Grandpa Albert, Grandma Linda, Grandpa Fred, and Veija.
10 days of 7 dogs (actually that depends on when D's sister's family gets there, otherwise it is only 5 dogs).
9 evenings of Albert asking "Who wants to go on a boat ride?"
1 evening of watching fireworks from the boat.
9 days to swim and get my toes nibbled by invisible fish.
9 days of watching Maple and Esau chase their balls into the deep waters of The Lake.
9 days to take at least two naps a day.
9 days of no voicemail, no work email.

Now, don't you wish it was Friday already?