In which I make a resolution

I have decided, determined, and resolved that I shall not approach my next vacation as the Allies approached Operation Overlord, which had been my usual wont. For our upcoming trip to the Antipodes, I will not make detailed plans of what points of interest we need to hit on which days for greatest efficiency, complete with scheduled & defined meal locales and other hysterics. I shall instead treat it as a vacation, where I shall wake in leisurely fashion[1] and, over a relaxing intake of (reputedly-excellent) coffee and pastry, discuss with my Beloved Husband what we feel like doing that day.

I make this declaration because a) I'm getting way too much like my mom, particularly when A Plan is deviated from; and b) for the sake of my pooky, who is starting to get a hunted look whenever I nag him for "So what do you want to doooooo when we go?".

[1] As leisurely as I can, anyways. On vacations I tend to be about like a kid on Christmas morning, snapping awake at the crack of dawn and bouncing on the bed to wake everyone else up in my sheer excitement at YAY NEW STUFF YAY. Steve hates this, too.