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I. Am. Giddy.

I have just come off of a weekend….alone.  Need I say that again (this time, as I say it, picture a chorus of angel’s signing in the background)…..I.  Spent.  An.  Entire.  Weekend.  Alone.  In a hotel room, with a television and people who would *bring* food to me.  No one called, no one texted, no one came to my door (with the exception of the delivery boy, whom I am pretty sure I scared….and a dear friend, whom I have not sat and talked with in years).

 

I called to make my reservation on Friday and when the young lady said “I have kids too and I’m telling you, come now…get the weekend started,” I threw gravel out of the driveway.  I did.  I  left kids whining and complaining, dogs barking, mail left unopened, dirt, cobwebs….I left.  I left it all and didn’t think about it again.

I brought my fan, my laptop, a toothbrush, my body pillow, my school books, and food.  I did bring one change of clothes, but really….what more does a person need?  Junk food and sleep.  No need to overpack. 

I ate an entire bag of doritos (read that as being I licked the cheese off of an entire bag of doritos and then threw the cheese-less chips in the trash).  I ate candy, drank coke (and water for those who think I’m entirely unhealthy).  There was no one there to stop me. 

I used the bathroom…..alone…..with the door open (to the bathroom, not my hotel room) and I watched tv as I sat.  Now, I understand the fascination my husband has with that.  Watching tv on the crapper…..who knew? 

I stayed up late and watched Smokey and the Bandit.  At one point, I just flipped through every channel on the tv, twice, because I could do it.  **Side note:  I totally remember why we don’t have tv, it is pointless, mindnumbing, and the commericals are gross.** 

My friend, Kristi, came when most people would be in bed.  We were not in bed.  We sat up till 1:00 am and ate, laughed, and talked.  It was glorious (she brought Mexican yummy!).  I slept till 1 in the afternoon!!!!!!!!!  I did that!  I also did not feel bad about it.

In all fairness, I did do a TON of schoolwork, but it was uninterrupted and it got done.  I have a small break before my next (and last) set of hell classes begin.  ~Love you, T, if you are reading this…..I’m thinking warm murdeous fuzzy thoughts about you~

I did not leave that room until they made me checkout.  When I finally had to checkout, I went and (brace yourselves, people) sat at the bookstore.  I just sat….I read….and sat….and smelled the books.  I love the smell of books.

Eventually, I made it home…..to a clean house, happy kids, and a snuggly husband.  Thank you, Big Daddy for letting me escape my world and giving me a break.  You are a rockstar!  This week is fall break.  The weather is gorgeous, the kids are playing in this gorgeous-ness and I’m going to clean house….because I can.

I’m feeling potato soup and fresh bread could be on the menu tonight.

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This is our journey of adoption, love, homeschooling and living life to the fullest.....even if we do live in chaos (can't have anyone over syndrome).

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