It seems like everybody, everywhere in the entire blogosphere has had, are taking or will be going on a vacation or two. All I ask for is one night of calm escape from reality with my over-stressed husband. Instead I’m waiting to hear about my dad’s brain, waiting for Tommy’s therapist to call, waiting for the mail, waiting for Doug’s mood to improve, waiting to hear back from people I’ve left messages and waiting for Amy’s nap so I can take a bath all by myself something good to happen.