Ok, here’s the deal. My husband is working like a dog to remodel our house, doing all kinds of stuff he hates like plumbing and hanging sheetrock.
A friend tells him he’s going on a week long French vacation called “Chase the Tour” – during the Tour de France, riding over some of the same passes, and my sweetie decides this is his idea of heaven and he’s going to do it and leave all this messy domesticity behind.
I think this is a great idea, and he should go right ahead.
In the meantime, my kids have informed me that I am a lousy parent because even though I grew up living all over the world I have never taken them anywhere interesting, which is pretty much true.
So, I think to myself, while my sweetie is in France exhausting himself riding 75 miles a day and purging the remodeling demons, I should take these kids somewhere interesting, preferably overseas.
After contemplating this some, it occurs to me that July is not optimal – prices are high, it’s hot, it interrupts the kids’ primo money earning period, and who knows if I’ll still be in remission? Maybe I should take them to Europe during Spring break? When is Spring break, anyway? Ohmigod, it’s in three weeks!
So I think I’m going to try and rent an apartment in Paris for a week. Wish me luck.