Coloring

Next to my computer this morning is a coloring page showing two sailboats on a lake. I was the last one to arrive today, and I see Maureen already colored her picture. So did Erin. My picture isn’t colored yet, and instead of reminding me about coloring, I start to think about my upcoming vacation.

We’ll be camping again, right next to the lake. I want to make sure we get a lakeside camp spot, so I can take advantage of those huge windows in my camper. Obviously, I can just step outside and see the lake, but I like waking up and seeing the lake through the windows.

I plan on relaxing during my vacation this year. I want to spend time with my husband and children doing nothing. We won’t have any Little League games. We won’t have to be anywhere, and I want to enjoy it.

I wonder if Jeff will be there with his sailboat. Jeff is a guy who has a son the same age as one of our daughters. He has nicknames for all of my kids, and he takes them out on his sailboat. They’ve learned how to duck under the boom.

I’m also looking forward to camping because it will be when my family is all together again. Last night I talked to everyone on the phone, but it just isn’t the same. Justin asked me if I’d seen his dad that day. He didn’t realize that I’m not by with his dad either. The best I was able to do yesterday was talk to everyone, but it was nice to talk.

I set my alarm on my cell phone last night, and I was very tired when I did so. I realized just how tired when I woke up this morning to my alarm — it was my phone vibrating on the floor. Yesterday, my phone was on vibrate most of the day because I was working on things, and I apparently forgot to change that when I was finally back in my room. Oh well. It still woke me up although it was with a “what the heck was that?” thought.

I don’t think I’ll be sharing what I wrote today. I don’t want to put anyone to sleep.

This post was brought to you by a writing prompt from Crossroads Writing Project’s Advanced Institute. Don’t blame the quality of the writing on the prompt though — I haven’t had my first cup of coffee yet.