Counting down until the beach

We have ten days to go: this time ten days from now, we'll be sleeping in strange beds, listening to the waves in the distance, smells of the ocean in our noses for comfort.
Until then, it is the usual grind: work, home, cook, eat, put children to sleep, repeat. Tonight was particularly bad: it is now gone 10pm, and the children are, finally, asleep.
Oh well, they're only young once.... and proving the adage true by making me feel nothing like young any more....

Yours, old and creaky,
N.