Okay, after all my bitching and complaining about all I have to do, and how can I find time for it all, I get to have the opposite this weekend. I am traveling to Northern California to go to Lake Tahoe with my sister and her husband's family. This is by myself--without my husband and kids. I go to Northern California every fall to visit with my sister.
I don't think there is a person in the world who gets me better. She's like the other half of my brain and soul. We have been each other's best friend and confidant since we were little girls. When she moved away, I knew that it would be so important for us to continue to keep the lazy togetherness of our childhood alive--times when we just sit together in the same room, but don't need to talk, and then we can talk for hours, long into the night about ANYTHING. Our unusual sister-bond is remarkable by most standards, and I long to spend time with her. Now it's here.
I can't think of a better place to rejuvenate than Lake Tahoe. I intend to suck in the mountain air until my lungs are filled with the richness of fall. I'm going to knit (I'm making a scarf for T2's Hermione costume), watch movies, and sleep. Oh, glorious sleep.
And at home, I know everything will be fine. DG is a superdad. He actually is excited to take the kids to all their activities (Oh boy, it's a lot too--a future post that I am definitely itching to get out--lots of opinions). Two soccer games on Saturday, two different classes for both kids today at different locations during the same time. DG'll get a taste of mom taxi for sure.
And when I get back, I'll hug them and I'll be a better mommy because I'll get to remember who I am. Do you ever take time for yourself away from home without the kids?