Never Enough

There is never enough time to do anything in this world...Except maybe too much time to be at work rather than whatever it is we would rather be doing. Not a day goes by while I am sitting here at work that I wish for once I was off somewhere else doing what ever it is I want to be doing. I try and take a vacation once a year, a real one... You know the kind where you pack your bags for a while and leave everything behind... I love Mexico, but who doesn't enjoy the culture, the food, and the weather? I haven't been in 3 years, I went to San Diego at the beginning of this year and the boys... They want to go back there this coming new year. I don't mind San Diego or California for that matter. There are a ton things in Cali and the weather down south is great to me.
I want a real good one though, it doesn't have to be in a foreign country... It just needs to be far enough away where a phone call from my boss asking me to come back and he will make it up to me later won't be possible for him to do.
I took a vacation, or some time off I should say, right at the start of school. During the days I spent my time volunteering and helping my mom with her own class of 1st graders. It wasn't really a vacation, work was still on my mind and phone calls from the office still came in, but being with 1st graders that aren't your own and your not the teacher either.... That was a joy.

I wish I could win millions... Not to be greedy, I couldn't anyway I am a very giving person and I have a gigantic family... But just so I could go and do what I needed to, wanted to do. I don't want to hop on a plane and fly out of the country, instead I want to go browse in shops and spend 3 hours preparing and making dinner without thinking it as a chore and exhausting myself. To go volunteer myself around a more realistic schedule.
Life is so short as it is, there are so many lessons we are supposed to learn and people we are supposed to meet.
My biggest gripe is that I don't have enough time with my boys. They are my heart and soul, we get to spend the evenings together but they are full of errands, scouts and homework, then there is their dad who jerks around and wants to visit on HIS schedule on weekends. I just want time to enjoy their "kid" years, to have a great relationship and fun growing up experiences... My memories of growing up consist of a lot of staying home with the brothers and sisters or babysitters. My parents had a full plate and you do what you got to do, hence why I work... But why is there never enough time to do what you really desire?