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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… 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.


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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