I'm not often given to spontaneous little dances, but yesterday I was.
I'm going to Florida. For six whole days. In February. By myself.
Well, its not entirely accurate to say "by myself." I'm flying alone, but when I get down there I'll be visiting my mom and my wonderful Wicked.*
I can't wait. I need the break.
It's not my family that has me needing a break. I need a break from all of the other demands on my time and energy. I'm finding myself increasingly mentally exhausted. And I'm not even accomplishing the things that I need to accomplish for my family.
So, what to do?
Run away to the beach for a week, of course.
*Wicked is my pet name for my sweet step-father. Step-father just is too cold. And that is part of another post.