Ha! That's a laugh! Whoever coined those to words together didn't have three part time jobs - one of which kicks it up a notch in the summer months - and live on 70 acres!
I returned from my meeting in Salem at 12:15 am fell into bed, and ignored my husband when he crawled out of bed at 5:30 am. Then the dog got me up at 6:00 am and the dh called to tell me two fields needed raked. I cleaned house because we had company coming for dinner, then went to my morning meeting, had lunch with a friend that was scehduled eons ago, bought the groceries for dinner, went home made the enchiladas, threw them in the refrigerator, went out raked the fields, came back in the house, didn't even have time to clean up and the company arrived. Showed them around took pictures of the new horse and had dinner. Cleaned up dinner, visited, they left, checked e-mails I hadn't checked in two days due to busy schedule, took a shower and fell into bed!
That is my summer. Work, meetings, haying, and falling into bed exhausted. When I'm lucky I'll squeeze in some blog time and writing. Whoever said summer and freedom - must have been a kid!