I am back.  It was...awesome, much-needed, extreme relaxation. 

We talked, and talked, and laughed, and talked some more.  We did not walk on the beach.  We did not go shopping.  We did not watch any movies.  We didn't even turn on the TV.  (I didn't bring any knitting.)  It was exactly what I needed.


Well, we did go to the grocery store.  (We needed some ice cream.)


I don't know if this selection is a "down South" thing--I'll have to check the magazine rack at Wegman's next time.

 We tried (not entirely successfully) to keep our cell phones away.  We even gave them lounge chairs.

And now, with some fantastic late-summer memories to savor, I can move ahead into this next season.

Scattered

Hey, there.  It's me.  Hopefully next fall I'll remember that the kids are not the only ones who have trouble transitioning into new routines. 

I've been spinning my wheels.  Not really sure of what I want to do, and as a result, not doing much! 

Six hours of kid-free time sure sounds like a lot (and it is), but I sure can fritter it away without much to show for it.

I miss being here.

This Thursday, I am getting on a plane by myself.  I will be picked up at the airport by one of my oldest friends, and she and I (to borrow from Brad Paisley) are going to drive until the map turns blue.  Where we will meet up with a couple more friends.  And we're gonna sit in the sand and just be. 

And when I come home on Monday, I'm going to be so very happy to see my little ones again.  I know that just a little time and distance will be just the thing to get me out of this funk.