My Love/Hate Affair with Vacation.

I love that it cools down to below 70 every night. I love that Bug gets to play in a back yard that is nearly an acre and is set up like a playground. I love being able to walk outside in my bare feet and not worry about insects. I love grass that is soft and lush rather than wide and sparse. I love seeing my family and my boys having the opportunity to build relationships. I love that I get to meet my sisters boyfriends and decide if they are ok. BUT, I hate living out of a suitcase. I hate not having my own car. I hate that the altitude has made me swell up and I can't hardly pick up my pace with out feeling like I am going to pass out. I hate sharing a bed with Bug and having his feet in my back all night long. And most of all, I hate that Hubby is not here with me. I miss him, my kids miss him, and I miss him. Deep sigh. However, you can't do this in Texas.