Considering the fact that my husband just went back to work this morning after over a week off work, and the added fact that I've been something akin to a slug for the past week, this desire for a break seems a bit bizarre. But Polly's post struck a chord, and, judging from the comments, not just with me.
I had looked forward to a three day at-home "retreat" this week because Colin & the kids were supposed to be skiing, but the trip fell through, and I lost my shot at solitude. (Actually, I had invited my friend Lori over for one of the days. Total solitude isn't my thing.)
I'm also having a severe beach craving. My brother and his wife and girls were with my mom and wickedly wonderful stepdad in Florida last week, which only increased my always present desire to run away to the beach. Fortunately, the countdown has begun. In 55 days we leave for a spring break trip to Sarasota. Bethany was supposed to go to Germany for break, but the trip was cancelled. I thought that a trip to Florida might help ease the pain. I know that looking forward to it will make the trip through January and February much more pleasant for me!