I'm on vacation this week. And, being the organization freak that I am, I made this GIANT list of stuff I want to do while I'm off. Forget that it's humanly impossible to accomplish all of this and actually sleep, but when you throw in some good (natch...fantastic) warm weather and few cocktails and the kicked-back vacation attitude and well...I don't stand a chance in hell of accomplishing 1/4 of that list. Wishful thinking.

One of the things making me crazy lately is the fact that I have yet to move the winter clothes out of my closets and dressers and the summer tanks & shorts in. It's causing me great stress. But, the nice weather has prevented me from spending any time indoors devoted to cleaning out closets and drawers. When it's 90 degrees outside and I have an inground pool and kids beggin' to swim in it...well, it's easy to put off the big closet switch.

But, this is getting ridiculous. This is the latest I think I've ever done the closet switch -- mid June. Sheesh...by the time I get around to putting my wool suits and snowflake sweaters away, it will be time to haul them out again. I think the stores are already stocking back-to-school stuff, aren't they?

Today - Day No. 1 of summer vacation, started with pouring rain. I secretly hoped it would keep raining because then, I'd be forced to face the closets. But, alas, by the time I took the girls to their EdZoocation class at the Erie Zoo at 10 a.m., the sun came out in full force.

It's all good though, a friend of mine was planning to come over with her son for an afternoon of swimming & so we were able to catch up and gossip while the kids splashed around in the pool.

Now, they've gone home, the girls are watching a "Schoolhouse Rock" video we borrowed from the library &, yes, I could be working on my closets. But, I think we're going to go pick strawberries instead. I've been wanting to make jam & I know they'd get a kick out of picking their own berries.

The clothes can wait until tomorrow...or Wednesday, or thursday or...hell, maybe I should just live out of the "seasonal clothes" Rubbermaid bins in my room. Who really cares anyway? Life is short, right? Live in the moment. I can't waist a sunshine-filled day off in my bedroom packing up turtlenecks.

Nah...a day like today is mean to be wasted in the pool or...in the strawberry fields.