Staycation

Right now I am on my 3rd hour of staycation. That's right people, I'm on vacation in my very own kitchen. With my feet up. Ignoring my husband and father-in-law who are either watching sports or a sports movie on cable. Drinking a beer...yum. Well, as yum as you get when it's a n/a beer. Sigh. All I have to say is someday, babygirlcarter#2 is going to get an earfull about how she better live up to her potential, dammit, because if I wanted her to be a slacker I'd have drank REAL beer while knocked up.

I'm on vacation (ahem, staycation) until Monday, September 8th. For something like the third or fourth time in my entire life I'm taking a whole week off. And since the Montessori daycare is closed yet another week (argh, stupid freaking closings!) I will be 100% in charge of the Monkey.

We have a grand week planned:
*Monday, possible brunch with a girlfriend (mine, not hers).
*Tuesday we're going to the Bronx Zoo with Hudson and his moms (Hudson is one of her pals from school).
*Wednesday is a free day....to be determined.
*Thursday we get to go to school and meet her new teachers!
*Friday I'm parking the kid with a sitter and getting my hair cut. What? You thought the entire week was going to be just me and the Monkey? Dude, I haven't gotten my hair cut in 4 months. I know I'm pregnant and all, but there's letting yourself go and then there's letting yourself go. But if you want to think better of me, it's scheduled during nap time. So she'll miss me less.