Mom

At this moment I'm in Florida, having enjoyed a week and a half sans kids. There was a time long ago when I would have scoffed at the idea of going on vacation without my kids but I am now realizing how important it is to have this time to think, relax, and have real life conversations with adults, completely uninterrupted. It's an odd feeling, not having my days revolve around my kids' days. But I'm ready to head back to the swing of things.

As with every time away (with or without kids), I always start off with the best of intentions. I'll eat well. Exercise every day. Wake with the sunrise and go to bed at a reasonable hour. Yeah right, she typed... as the clock strikes 2 a.m.

I'm a bit askew, physically and mentally.

But this was the first time in YEARS that I've been able to spend time with my parents. We went to Target. We went out to eat. We sat around and watched all the political shtuff on the tv. All amid peace and quiet.

Granted the time away started off waaaaay in Southern California, packing up an ABF trailer in preparation for the long haul cross country to Florida. Fortunately, in the 11th hour my parents decided to hire someone else to drive the stuff to its final destination... which of course meant some R&R with some flickr folks before my departure. :)

It just figures, however, that my mom won't stop telling me, "I look at you and all I can think about are your kids. Oh how I miss them!"

Okay, so I guess that means I won't be welcome back here unless I have at least one child with me. I've already been invited to spend the whole entire summer here. And I would probably do it if not for my undying love for the gym I go to back in NC. And who am I kidding, no amount of exercise can possibly balance out the foodfest that goes on whenever I'm here.

But we'll see. It's tempting.