The problem with having nearly a month between the end of finals and the start of an internship is this: going back to real life is going to be about as painful as walking across a bed of hot coals.
It's been a long time since we've had so few obligations, responsibilities and duties.
And never in our marriage have we been able to spend so much uninterrupted time together.
It's been fabulous and wonderful and I refuse to entertain the thought that things are about to change in just over a week.
But let's get back to living it up, shall we?
We spent last weekend in Park City with the Wheatleys -- a sort of last hurrah before we part ways for the summer.
In my opinion, it is in this season that Park City is at its finest.
Winter is so overrated.
In keeping with Wheatley/Ivins tradition, we stopped by a grocery store and stocked up on ice cream.
After tucking the babies in bed, we proceeded to gorge ourselves while watching Jimmy Kimmel's White House Correspondents' Dinner speech on Reece's phone.
After a terrible night's sleep (DO NOT STAY AT THE WESTGATE RESORT), the gals (and James) headed to the outlets while the guys had a date with the Avengers.
Lola has turned into quite the shopper.
All these years of training have paid off.
She surveyed each rack (when she wasn't using them as hiding places), pulled about forty pieces for me to try on and candidly gave her take on each one.
It was very frustrating for her when I refused to try on clothing at Baby Gap.
That girl takes no excuses.
After we'd had our fill of the mountain air, we headed down to City Creek for lunch and more browsing.
Have I mentioned how much I miss living downtown?
A few times, perhaps?
Well, here it is again:
I miss living downtown.
As luck would have it, we ran into Nana and Pop Pop -- who loaded my kids up on Hagermann's sugar cookies before we parted ways.
I'm glad we got our chance to bid two of our favorite Utah cities adieu.
It's strange that they'll play no part in our summer this year, when in the past they've been the headliners.