My goal from the start was to create a post every Friday. Not because I think you are desperately waiting for my next update, but because I work best with a schedule. It's not unlike clean sheet Thursday. Forget the moon cycles, you could keep an accurate calendar by the scent of fresh pillowcases wafting out our windows.
But what a busy, crazy week I had. Jon's been away on a project and wrangling three children alone is both physically and mentally exhausting. I try to remain chipper and remember how fortunate I am to be home (all the time, some would say tethered) watching them grow, providing for their every need, nurturing, loving, fighting the urge to drop it all and flee with only my wallet and a loose plan. The sad truth is debit cards are traceable.
On top of the regular routine last week, I ran a race on Sunday and could barely walk for several days. Then Bunsen had a stomach issue and needed to go out many times throughout the night. Add in clubs and sports and Daisies and class projects all happening at once. And laundry. Lots of ongoing, perpetuating laundry.
Then the (cute) thread that weaves its way throughout my every day just tied the tangles tighter. I put books on a shelf, she takes them off. I clean the floor, she tosses mashed bananas. I open the pantry for a snack and disaster ensues.
(It's funny how limp and inadequate my excuses sound in writing. I'll continue anyway.)
Jon finally came home on Thursday night – tag out! – but instead of tackling that overflowing laundry basket or engaging me in my first mature conversation in forever, he spends over an hour on the phone with a bank representative fighting a $12 fee applied to Lu's account. It was a mistake and needed to be fixed, but oh my Lord, that poor soul on the other line. Jon connected the entire banking crisis to our 9 year-old's meager savings. For the record, I would have assumed it was valid, paid the fee, and advised Lu to walk more dogs.
Then Friday came and Friday went. And the weekend was its usual blur.
Now it's Monday morning and I'm finally posting. I know your sense of relief and joy are overwhelming.
My question for you: If you could drop it all and get away for a long weekend by yourself, where would you go and what would you do?
I'm thinking most people will share my opinion. Tropical island, spa and an iPad. More specifically, I want access to big tubs of mud or something warm and therapeutic in which to soak.
But maybe you'd rather hike a remote trail, shop in Paris, or meditate at an isolated ashram. I'll take any option above. Just promise that the laundry will be folded before I return.
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