The last three weeks of my life have been extremely overscheduled.
This is due to a whole bunch of factors I won’t bore you with, but many — okay… most — of those factors were of my own doing.
Taking on too much being one of them.
But also, tomorrow morning I am leaving for a two week vacation with Number 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
And don’t worry. My husband isn’t coming and will be home, so I haven’t given pillagers an open invitation to loot my house.
Knowing that I was going to be leaving tomorrow, I packed a whole bunch of stuff into this past week so I could get it done and leave knowing I didn’t have a buttload of things hanging over my head waiting for me when I got back.
Trying to get all that stuff done in addition to four day swim meets the last two weekends and a triathlon for three of the kids this morning, I am shot.
And I am so looking forward to this very much needed break.
We are going to my happy place.
I am looking forward to no triathlon camp (even though we loved it) and no swim practice.
I am looking forward to spending undistracted time with my kids.
I am looking forward to being in the moment.
I am looking forward to yoga on the beach.
I am looking forward to taking walks and riding bikes and eating ice cream and playing cards and boogie boarding.
I am looking forward to early morning runs.
I am looking forward to walking to the pier with my parents and the kids.
I am looking forward to recreating this picture 3 years later.
I am looking forward to this walk to the beach.
I am looking forward to reading books.
I am looking forward to going straight to the ocean before we even check into our place.
It has been three years since I’ve taken a serious vacation, and I have worked my ass off to be able to give myself and my kids two weeks away.
And I can’t wait for tomorrow.
It’s going to be awesome.